Chase Dem (Marley Stephen)

Ey, and they say it's part of it So they buying you, sell your soul Well, my friend, the thought of it They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold While they in their companion slaves Slaving through the night I know I can find my way for there is light Chase dem Run them politicians When I see dem I get cold And they'll say it's a part of it So they buying you, sell your soul Well, my friend, the thought of it They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold While they in their companion slaves Slaving through the night Now I'll pave my way and I'll pave it right Chase dem Run them politicians When I see dem I get cold They'll still say it's a part of it So they buying you, sell your soul Well my friend, the thought of it They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold And they in their companion slaves Slaving through the night I know I can find my way for out there is light Chase dem Run them politicians When I see dem I get cold Chase Run, run, run Ay, ay, ay, ay Get them out, get them out Run them away (Chase)