Every time I hear the crack of the whip My blood runs cold I remember on the slave ship
How they brutalised our very souls Today they say that we are free Only to be chained in poverty Good god, I think itÂŽs all illiteracy ItÂŽs only a machine that make money Slave driver the table is turned now Catch a fire so you can get burned now Slave driver the table is turned Catch a fire so you can get burned