Chase Dem

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 goldWhile they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night
I know I can find my way for there is lightChase dem
Run them politicians
When I see dem I get coldAnd 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 goldWhile they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night
Now I'll pave my way and I'll pave it rightChase dem
Run them politicians
When I see dem I get coldThey'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 goldAnd they in their companion slaves
Slaving through the night
I know I can find my way for out there is lightChase dem
Run them politicians
When I see dem I get coldChase
Run, run, run
Ay, ay, ay, ayGet them out, get them out
Run them away
(Chase)