Police - Anthony B

Who want the dancehall fi stop?

Police!

Who no want fi see herbs ah shop?

Police!

Who kill the youths pon the block?

Police!

Them no want fi hear truth, much less facts

Who want fi see hearse a drive?

Police!

Ah the easiest man fi bribe?

Police!

Them no want fi see ghetto survive?

Police!

As we see them, ghetto youth haffi dive

A who have the legal long gun?

Who ah murder the youths dem a Jamdown?

Who have innocent youths locked down?

Ask the herb farmers who burn the herbs down

From me a little youth me know

Every man haffi go reap what them sow

A whole heap of innocent brains them blow

Whole heap a blood them flow

I see them everyday pon the highway

Roadblock dem have pon the freeway

See dem every night

Nah do no right

Now run fi search you at the stop light

Inna the helicopter with dem spotlight

(That's why them lock off the light, want bear dark night)

Big foul play

That the world ah say

Fi the murdering of breathen weh dem

Me look and see: laws and order ah collapse

So you haffi be careful or them caught you inna dem trap

Dem nah lock you up them a lick out your head back

See it there, inna the city bagga dagga dak

The almshouse!

Lootin' and shootin' must stop

And that’s why Anthony B ah bun the fire hot

Me call the youths dem from Jungle and Rema back

The youths dem from Waterhouse the valley, we want you see

Aye, Mama cry!

oh why oh why oh why?