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)