Fire Pon Rome Lyrics

Fire Pon Rome lyrics

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



Chorus



Fire pon Rome, 

Fi Pope Paul an him scissors
an comb,

Black people waan go home 

A Mount Zion a di righteous
throne



1. 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 help sing mi song



Chorus



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



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



GCT => General Consumption Tax