I smell the fumes, burn them doors cause they no fit for the tombs
They no call us the name from last year June
So me circle dem ends under the light of the moon
Dem a play pit-a-pat around at the back room
And drop the world again
Fight back
Nah go down with me hands down, nah make dem bully me round
Fight back
Me let the guns split the justice down fi some rounds surrounds
Fight back
Me dem want a war, me stand up, nah run left me crown
Fight back