[Verse 1: Damian Marley]
Well den a nuff ghetto youths dat got no place to go
Live night and day roaming in di ghetto
Most ghetto youths ain't got no place of their own
Give dem some place so they can call their home
And then most politician telling poor people lies
And can't give no answer when di poor people cry
We get ignorant, we binghi drum dem go rise
Gimme some space so I can bun those guys
Well then, most politicians fighting gainst Rasta troops
And making mistake and a tell poor people, "Oops"
See dem a see dem a flex, like some dapa's and doops
Gimme some space to bun di nincompoops
Why should ghetto youths dem have to war over cheese
Wid these big machines that you bring from over seas?
It bun up dem skin like some unwanted disease
Gimme some space so I can bun dem please
Well den a big fire stick weh all a mek certain sound
Pure gun shot me here a ring thru the town
Everybody wanna be the modern day Al Capone
Gimme some space so I can bun dem down
Di youths dem a jump to every word that you said
When gunshot a bust well fi you pickney nuh dead
Dem vex true we hail King Selassie instead
Gimme some space and mek I burn dem red
Well nuff gyal a say dem want fi come a stage show
And spar wid di stars so dem can jam a front row
Well nuff gyal weh love man just fi di doe
Gimme some space and mek I bun those hoes
[Hook: Daddigan]
Politician used and refused
But we won't take no more
Never let you take advantage of the poor
While di youths dem in the core
Crying out for more
You hide yourself behind your close door
Close door
Politician used and refused
But we won't take no more
Never let you take advantage of the poor
While di youths dem in the core
Crying out for more
You hide yourself behind your close door
Close door

[Verse 2: Damian Marley]
Weh the thugs dem are ready fi di conquering
Lion of Judah is now wondering
How some punks stand up one side pondering
How di youths find roof to live under in
And shine like a diamond twinkling
When they see me and di gyal dem mingling
Better watch how you group and singling
Better mind who you feel and fingling
We don't join goose and gandering
We don't join chumpas squandering
And the sound of the album cramping him
Well we don't play game when dem ramping in
Better watch as my timb boots stomping in
Trampling
Di camp dem camping in
And ah burn out the vampire vamping in
Wi di, red burning lamp within
After so much sleep and slumbering
It's now wonder di impress dumping him
Youngest veteran will be pumping in
Thumping in, the club dem jumping in
So wah, tell the people your bumpin in
Say wah, all mi colleagues dem chumping in
After sleepless nights of sampling
The results can be life gambling
Now don't stop by nor stumble in
The jungle, where the royal a rumble in
Someone cookie jar will be crumbling
And we don't mek room fi no fumbling
Well, careful how your entire in
Certain after dark adventuring
Cause you might have to be surrendering
Mi sey all those jewels and Benjamin's
Weh di thugs dem weh ready fi di wrangling
When the real Gideon is untangling
And a drive inna prestige handling
And a practice punk dismantling
And a trod go a Binghi di thanks giving
Fi go hail up di elders skankin in
Fi guidance you thru the world weh di punks live in
Burn the church weh di popes and monks live in
Well judgment fi dem tampering
When dem grudge cause a me di gyal pampering
Mr. Bean just find and brind her in
When dem can't find help nor hindering
Cause di man wid di old big blunt a role
Deh yah now fi go burn down bumbo hole
Wid enough fire power fi di winter cold
Weh nuh rise till the revolution unfold
[Outro: Damian Marley]
Give me a make em bun those