Burn Down Babylon, Fya take yah Iya

Written by: O. Ollivierre &amp; D. Bookman

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...”



“...’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



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
Dub style, dub style, dub style!!!



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A short story based on the events of May 23rd, 2010, when the Jamaican government deployed its military into Tivoli Gardens in the capital city of Kingston.
Premier Nov 5th.

Ey, ey
Watch ya dread
Hey hey

Kingston, be wise
Kingston, free up your mind
Kingston, just be wise
Kingston, free up the I, yeah

When the city a go click-clack-blow, you bet
Government fingers and tic-tac-toes in it
And while they working on the X's and O's
I'm living I-N-I like I'm Mister Kamoze
No surprise when they sending foes to me
Opposite of when plain clothes approaching me
Follow they rules is what they propose to me
Selling they souls for what is owed, you see
Nothing is owed, nothing is promised 
Never know the government woulda run up inna them garrison
Without no sorry, without excuse
Soldier man inna them lorry, everybody get abused, and
Everybody have them views now
The media is owned so know where you get your news from
And the blood deh pon them shoes now
When them walking it trace
Look them hard in them face
And say

Kingston, be wise
Kingston, free up your mind
Kingston, just be wise, for me
Kingston, free up the violence

Now all the damage can't quantify
Roy Rayon couldn't sanctify 
Say a nuff a dem them send fi die
So the city a intensify
Say the ghetto them a gentrify
Well I, nobody nuh identify
Nuff bodies unidentified and just a lie deh
Then where the gun deh? Dead pon Saturday 
Buried Sunday like Solomon Grundy
Like a no Sons of Solomon them have down deh
Leonard Howell, Pinnacle and them land deh
Subdivision, them deal it underhand deh
So learn it 'cause them come back with dem plan deh
So tell me how far do you wanna go now, hey
'Cause them will ratta-tatta-tatta when u pow-pow-pow


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