Currupt System

Frass, tell dem we see wha' gwaan
 Dem a gwaan like the yoiths dem a idiot
 Now you mister speedy rat
 Right now the arms house fi stop
 Don't cry, mister Bunting
 Come yah mek me tell you something
 You cyaan fight crime like that
 Fire to fury a go get too hot
 You wanna know why, mister Bunting
 The country got to be like that
 'Cause even the police is corrupted
 So the poor nah go get no justice
 We know you into banking
 But you cyaan calculate crime, you haffi solve it
 The first thing you haffi do, is clean up the force
 Too much wrong people deh inna the right post
 The justice system waan clean up of course
 Is like a fat person walking inna very tight clothe
 See your hand kerchief deh wipe your nose
 Buckle up your shoes and leave the post
 But no cry, mister Bunting
 Come yah mek me tell you something
 You cyaan fight crime like that
 Fire to fury a go get too hot
 You wanna know why, mister Bunting
 The country got to be like that
 'Cause they have all become victims
 Of the same old slavery system
 Hey, Lady Allen, don't run away
 Put on your pretty heels and come fight fi J.A.
 Tell the white faces behind the big businesses
 To invest more in young people values
 And to the rest of Jamaica
 A really full time fi we start love we neighbour
 Even if all a dem give up 'pon we
 We cyaan give up 'pon weself
 Wipe your eye, mister Bunting
 Come yah mek me tell you something
 You cyaan fight crime like that
 Fire to fury a go get too hot
 You wanna know why, mister Bunting
 The youths dem got to be like that
 'Cause they have all become victims
 Of the same old slavery system
 If you waan divine intervention as the antidote
 You haffi kill poverty and cut injustice throat
 Campaign like when you want the vote
 Go yard to yard, yes, knock the gate, and
 Don't bother worry 'cause it no late
 Tell the people dem fi hold the faith
 We likkle but we talawa don't forget
 You ever see Jamaica people fail at anything yet
 No cry, mister Bunting
 Come yah mek me tell you something
 You cyaan fight crime like that
 Fire to fury a go get too hot
 You wanna know why, mister Bunting
 The youths dem got to be like that
 'Cause they have all become victims
 Of the same old slavery system
 If you waan divine intervention as the antidote
 You haffi kill poverty and cut injustice throat
 Campaign like when you want the vote
 Go yard to yard, yes, knock the gate, and
 Don't bother worry 'cause it no late
 Tell the people dem fi hold the faith
 We likkle but we talawa don't forget
 You ever see Jamaica people fail at anything yet
 No cry, mister Bunting...