Not Because
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Oh them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
It's a tragic situation and we all can tell
Oppression is the game they have mastered well
They try to take from the lickle we gain
We long for the day to be free from chains
Our possession they steal and sell,
but every knee shall bow and every tongue confess
it's no mistake we are more than blessed
in every way Jah protect our space
So tell me who shall I man fear
When they're the same, I see no changes no
So tell me who shall I man fear
Their proposition is the same thing
So tell me who shall I man fear
When I know that Jah is near me
So tell me who shall I man fear???
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Oh them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
It's a tragic situation and we all can tell
Oppression is the game that they've mastered when
Uplifting themselves from the poor man's strength
No wiggle room for progress with the cards we dealt
Look, them a try to push we down further
prefer? deh so, me a beg you look around
cuz when your whip a cross mi back mi nah gone make a sound
mi nah gone flinch when a my flesh they try fi take a pound
ohhh just monetary gain them after
all the money and no brains only breeds disaster
minimum wage affords a minimal cage
fluence a militant trade (?) to guards them to guards them
nine to five, then overtime
when they get the little pay lift can't even make the payment
the stress we have to bare sometimes only Jah Jah know...
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Tho them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder yea yea
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
Hey them a poison
We know them a poison
Hey them a poison, poison, poison
Hey them a poison
We know them a poison hmm
Hey them a poison, poison, poison
Oh them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
It's a tragic situation and we all can tell
Oppression is the game they have mastered well
They try to take from the lickle we gain
We long for the day to be free from chains
Our possession they steal and sell,
but every knee shall bow and every tongue confess
it's no mistake we are more than blessed
in every way Jah protect our space
So tell me who shall I man fear
When they're the same, I see no changes no
So tell me who shall I man fear
Their proposition is the same thing
So tell me who shall I man fear
When I know that Jah is near me
So tell me who shall I man fear???
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Oh them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
It's a tragic situation and we all can tell
Oppression is the game that they've mastered when
Uplifting themselves from the poor man's strength
No wiggle room for progress with the cards we dealt
Look, them a try to push we down further
prefer? deh so, me a beg you look around
cuz when your whip a cross mi back mi nah gone make a sound
mi nah gone flinch when a my flesh they try fi take a pound
ohhh just monetary gain them after
all the money and no brains only breeds disaster
minimum wage affords a minimal cage
fluence a militant trade (?) to guards them to guards them
nine to five, then overtime
when they get the little pay lift can't even make the payment
the stress we have to bare sometimes only Jah Jah know...
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Tho them still have the whips inna we back
and them a drive we lickle harder yea yea
Think because them black, them better than the old slave master
Them say better would a come, instead the thing get harder yea yea
Hey them a poison
We know them a poison
Hey them a poison, poison, poison
Hey them a poison
We know them a poison hmm
Hey them a poison, poison, poison
Credits
Writer(s): Kirk Andre Bennett, Rohan Dwyer, Donald Dennis, Michael Anthony Bennett, Dwight-christopher Roy Warren Allen, Rory Gilligan, Samory Frazer, David Demetre
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