Friction

Locked in a cell

For your very last breath

How can it be that

This is your death?

Something is stirring

Way underneath

As people ignite the

Last burning wreath

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Men in high places

Can't understand

How to end trouble in this broken land

They have no idea and no feelings for love

Just send in the dogs and they stand well above

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Dem see mi come inna di ghetto and a fight fi mi life

Cyaan feed mi yute dem and mi cyaan feed mi wife

Mi affi check wen mi a live and believe becaz

Crime a call mi and a beg mi fi tief, watch yah

Nuff a di man dem a try and dem wol by police yah

Lock dung and dem lick up inna dem head piece a

Don't return to see di light of day

Dats why di friction cyaan cease, yeah!

Red is the vision

Flames light the street

Danger in droves as we feel the heat

All coming together, the time is now ripe

Think for yourself and forget all the hype

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Fyah bun inna Babylon

Turning to fire

Fyah bun dem inna Babylon now-ow

Burning much higher

I tell yuh fyah burn inna Babylon

Turning to fire

Fyah bun dem inna Babylon now-ow

Burning much higher