Capleton - Firepower (The Tables Have to Turn) lyrics

[Capleton] King Shango and Rakaa get it hotta Get in tacka, now the whole place locka Fireman says burn dem, burn dem, burn dem, mercury burn dem, burn dem k**ing all the daughters and dem sons dem, burn dem Blaze up the fire, make it burn dem Burn out all dem bombs and dem bullets and dem gun dem [Rakaa] The fire starts with a spark, then a shift up in the mind People scared to see themselves, seem happy to live a lie Give thanks for Cali weed, never-ever sniff a line Conquering Lion, two hundred twenty-fifth in line If we say we pro-war, only in the fight for peace Man that means there's no war, think the price of life is cheap But we saying "no war", righteous recognize the Beast Fireman'll baptized, burn 'em in the light and heat Forward to the power in the phrase like "acts of God" Prophet said he saw the wind blow that attacked his heart And he saw the flood waters rise, and the flow was hard I was really shocked to see the truth was exposed as hard While the media was focused on the words by Kanye What was it I just heard the President's mom say? People here are frustrated, still got a long way Fed up but remember self-destruction is the wrong way [Hook] Keep it pon lock if you're gonna use one (remember that) Strictly self-defense or for revolution (remember that) They think I'm crazy, but the tables have to turn They think I'm crazy, but the fires have to burn They think I'm crazy, but the children have to learn They think I'm crazy, wha-whoa [Rakaa] It's Dilated with the Prophet, Capleton the Fireman Visions of the future's clear, reign of fire in his hand Crown Prince Rakaa preacher's son with a higher plan Coconut and carrot chalice looking for the Kaya man Babylon is vexed with us, they should read Exodus Moses and the burning bush, incense in Leviticus Lamb's bread sacrament, check out First Corinthians Shipped off to America, all through the Caribbean No it's not an accident, gang-banging and the dope Guns and crack are lynching youth, swinging from a hanger's rope Addicts wanna shoot up, pop pills, wanna drink and toke Automatic, spit hot you can still see the smoke [Hook] [Capleton] Well being man we have to make a decision Can't let them distract me from Jah Jah mission Dem worry 'bout my sight and ask 'bout me vision Dem want to know certain things it derives from From the injustice and de manipulation d**h without dignity and exploitation So me go, go ask di wicked man where de dead pan Why dem have to build so much evilous weapon [Hook]