Fire Pon Rome Lyrics - Singles - Anthony B

Intro: 

Black people don't get weary, 

Dem tek off the shackles an face we, 

But still we under mental slavery, 

Unno sing with the Startrail posse (My Lord) 

Chorus: 

Fire pon Rome, 

Fi Pope Paul an him scissors an comb, 

Black people waan go home 

A Mount Zion a di righteous throne 

Repeat 

Verse 1: 

Well, this is my question 

To Issa and the one Matalon 

How unno get fi own so much black people land 

After dem slave, achieve nutten inna hand 

Check out greater Portmore, Braeton 

One room unno build a sell fi one million 

Dem dey studio house nuh worth a hundred gran 

Thrue mi a lick out dem waa mi keep quiat 

But mi a bun fire fi di one Butch Stewart 

Who buy out di plane an all di pilot 

Thrue mi nuh inna Jamaica, love fi tan 

Mi haffi bun fire fi the one Naree Azan 

Everybody know how downtown a fi di poor man 

How dem claims it an sey a to dem it belong 

No more hustling, dat mean no food inna hand 

One help wi have is the Almighty One 

Jamaicans chant mi song 

Chorus 

Verse 2: 

My Lord, don't talk jus listen, 

Mi haffi bun fire fi P.J. Patterson 

Him mek certain move an wi nuh too certain 

How much black youth behind iron curtain 

Thrue mi naw go trod inna Babylon order 

Mi haffi bun fire fi one name Seaga 

Everyday cost a living get harder 

Have more seller more than buyer 

Oh my Lord , what a pressure 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 

So many things politician have stolen 

Still them return with the one Bruce Golding 

Saying a brand new party dem forming 

But a part dem a part we with dem politics meeting 

Out A politics poor people get them beaten 

Look who dem have a tun metropolitan officer 

Fi tek yuh hustling out a yuh hand 

When yuh look pon dem face a yuh own black man 

Well out of the slum di poor people send mi 

Fi look what a gwaan and don't disagree 

What is the benefit of GCT? 

It benefit you but it never fit me. 

Chorus