| In Jamaica we call it dungee
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| But the British man him call it dungeon
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| That them sanction
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| If you saw what took place in Cape Coast dungeon (West
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| Africa)
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| If you saw what took place down in the dungeon
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| Man blood clot up thick. |
| Down in this dungeon
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| Blackman blood turn up thick. |
| Down in this dungeon
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| I can see the sign of torture down in this dungeon (I
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| Smell blood)
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| You can smell the smell of stale blood down in th
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| Edungeon
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| Nowhere to turn, yet so much in there
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| Nowhere to sit down. |
| I must be standing (No chair in
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| Here)
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| Straight after that, the ship was anchor
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| They call to a shock away call «man too fit»
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| And nowadays they dress it up a and they no call it
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| Benefit
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| And nowadays Babylon dress it up a and they no call it
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| Benefit
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| (And me no want no benefit)
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| Give me equal rights and justice
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| Me no want no benefit
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| For it’s the old strategy they use, down in the
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| Dungeon
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| The same dirty old strategy they use down in the
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| Dungeon
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| And as for the woman part of it
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| If short like a one foot rule
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| Nobody can stand up. |
| All baby born under dat. |
| (Ya a
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| Hear me man)
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| Man, know yourself now
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| They refuse to ask me my name upson the slave shp
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| Their minds told them to call me nigga and that was
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| The end of it (A who name so?)
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| There is no dignity. |
| You don’t know my name (You can’t
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| Respect I)
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| It take more intelligency to find out my real name
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| But if you see what went down, down in the dungeon
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| Even in the sea
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| If you see what went on, on the slave ship
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| Even on the journey
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| Man get dead and beaten and them throw him overboard
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| Woman skin never get to deliver their nine month
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| Through
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| Children born under the agony of knife
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| Father see children and cannot even own their wives
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| Equal rights and justice stand for all right in the
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| Dungeon
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| And yet them rub it off and show me another something
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| Yet them a polish it from my eyes, show me another
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| Something
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| So Mr. Chin, how him want him titty
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| Indian men want him Hindustani
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| But them beat our language from you and me
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| What a slavery! |
| What happen to he, she, you and me
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| They beat us in slavery
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| And want us to be quiet under captivity (It can’t
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| Gwaan so- You mad?)
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| Finish it |