Chase Dem

Ey, and they say it's part of it

So they buying you, sell your soul

Well, my friend, the thought of it

They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold

While they in their companion slaves

Slaving through the night

I know I can find my way for there is light

Chase dem

Run them politicians

When I see dem I get cold

And they'll say it's a part of it

So they buying you, sell your soul

Well, my friend, the thought of it

They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold

While they in their companion slaves

Slaving through the night

Now I'll pave my way and I'll pave it right

Chase dem

Run them politicians

When I see dem I get cold

They'll still say it's a part of it

So they buying you, sell your soul

Well my friend, the thought of it

They'll sell your soul for a piece of gold

And they in their companion slaves

Slaving through the night

I know I can find my way for out there is light

Chase dem

Run them politicians

When I see dem I get cold

Chase

Run, run, run

Ay, ay, ay, ay

Get them out, get them out

Run them away

(Chase)