Text: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley. Catch a Fire.

Catch a fire, burn dem, so you could get burnt

Son's of slave's child, now son's of dis slave driver
Nah, space slave ride an' hide, ah
An' if dem could, dem would tax you pon saliva
How much more must we die for?

The ones in da cars when we standing at da car minus
Dem go for man bogus, they don't work for us
Instead dem chain and whip you wid da best stick first
And guns and aids and jobs

'Cause most of di youths with di school in deh mouth
Can't get no money from legitimate jobs, den a wonder
Why dem got train an bus? You influence