Slave driver, the table is turn – Bob Marley

Slave driver
Table turn

Slave driver, the table is turn;
Catch a fire, so you can get burn

Everytime I hear the crack of a whip,
My blood runs cold.
I remember on the slave ship,
How they brutalize the very souls.

Tell you about the Black man Redemption; can you dig it? (Oh, yeah!)
A Black man Redemption; can you stop it?
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no!


Coming from the root of King David
Through to the line of Solomon,
His Imperial Majesty, is the Power of Authority

I and I build the cabin;
I and I plant the corn;
Didn’t my people before me
Slave for this country?
Now you look me with that scorn,
Then you eat up all my corn.

We gonna chase those crazy –
Chase them crazy
Chase those crazy baldheads out of town!

Build your penitentiary, we build your schools,
Brainwash education to make us the fools.
Hate is your reward for our love,
Telling us of your God above.

We’re the survivors, yes: the Black survivors!
Yes, we’re the survivors, like Daniel out of the lions’ den
(Black survivors) Survivors, survivors!
So I Idren, I sistren,
A which way will we choose?
We better hurry; oh, hurry; oh, hurry; wo, now
Cause we got no time to lose.

Those are just some of the Bob Marley lyrics I thought about when I saw the picture.

Looking at that picture, does it bring any lyrics to mind? Could be reggae, hip-hop, country… genre doesn’t matter.

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