Our Time Come Feat. Don Corleon

Caught up on the wrong side of the law
 Got caught, got caught, got caught
 Caught up on the wrong side of the law
 I got caught on the wrong side of the law
 Say they charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Actually they the wrong side of the law
 Can't be charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Sometimes the dragon and the beast
 Manifests itself inna the form of the police
 Spot check deh pon the streets, "Out the car"
 A so dem greet me
 "Pass the Rasta colour bag deh make we see it deh"
 Me make them know say the ragga ragga hair match the Macka wah appear
 In the back of wah me steering
 No, a no even no weight, a hundred dollar worth
 But the chalice in the bag did make the matter worse
 Them say"book him... felony possession."
 What kind o' law this?
 Hold on, no Yard this?
 Dem gimme court date just fi frustrate me
 That amuse me, mi say "Make sure is a Tuesday"
 I got caught on the wrong side of the law
 Say they charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Actually they the wrong side of the law
 Can't be charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 "'Cause I'm busy on Wednesday morning. Thursday morning too."
 Plus a Good Friday, that mean if dem hold I fi the weekend
 All 'til Monday night me a sleep in deh
 Then Dutty pree to me it come in like a resurrection
 So me switch the rhetoric in another direction
 Me never know the officer name, #11747 a the number wah them give him
 Tell me fi sign and go pon me way
 Inspector walk in like him have sup'n fi say
 Him say: "You want back you weed?"
 Then I say no but truthfully I think my chalice is due to me
 I got caught on the wrong side of the law
 Say they charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Actually they the wrong side of the law
 Can't be charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Him kiss him teeth and run me out o'the station
 Mi walk out a feel a different elation, no
 Jubilation is the word that I mean
 Because him think him achieve
 Think say that grieve me
 Go back in the car, you know what greet me
 The one pound under the seat beneath me, believe me
 Him think him catch me off guard the whole night
 Him never know Diggy en garde! Sword fight
 'Cause I will give up a hundred dollar bag and a chalice any day
 Fi a pound wah mi save
 Dutty say him have a story fi tell
 Me have a story fi sell, fi sell, fi sell
 I got caught on the wrong side of the law
 Say they charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home 'til tomorrow's
 Sun goes up
 Actually they the wrong side of the law
 Can't be charging me for marijuana
 Like I don't need to reach home till tomorrow's
 Dub style, dub style, dub style!