System - Terry Lynn

When police roll up inna dem armoured vehicle

With some big long gun and terrorize the people

Ready fi pull off them dirty acts of evil

It’s a bloodsport game

Cuz if you run up pon them gun

You get squashed like weeble

Them naw care if you’re young or you’re old and feeble

Copper shot a stick inna your skin like needle

Them a kill ghetto youths for fame

When you hear them say curfew

A blood them a pursue (no comma)

Don’t make them verse you

The rat-ta-ta-ta make ya flatter

Them naw worry not a matter

Not a talking not a chatter

Them naw nurse you

So many people get the copper get the lead

And who no dead end up on the hospital bed

This evilous act was orchestrate by the feds

With no justice no remorse coming from the bigger heads

It’s just the system

Crazy bloodhounds and all

The evil dirty system

The system

The system is bound to fall

The corrupted system

Where’s i’m from name waterhouse

A place well known as a slaughterhouse

You violate police come sort you out

You get a portion of shot whe fi pass you out

Them never hear say the youths them balling out

When politicians a come with party bout

Trick the youths them buy them 40 stout

Cuz them want round up bout 40 scout

Them a seek some fit man to be them hit-man

You better know who you’re working with man

When clans visit man copper shot a split man

Off to the morgues them boys remit man

Same ghetto youths is not no frenchman

Want be new recruits and be them henchman

Coppershot a drench man

A flutta like a wenchman

Bodies in a gully a cause a stench man

System

That was made to divide and rule

The evil dirty system

The system

Intellectual fools

The corrupted system