Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stephen Marley
Stephen Marley
Guitar
Wilburn Squidly Cole
Wilburn Squidly Cole
Drums
Owen " Dready" Reid
Owen " Dready" Reid
Bass Guitar
Noel Davey
Noel Davey
Keyboards
Uzziah Sticky Thompson
Uzziah Sticky Thompson
Percussion
Cedella Marley
Cedella Marley
Background Vocals
Rovleta Fraser
Rovleta Fraser
Background Vocals
Roselyn Williams
Roselyn Williams
Background Vocals
Kenneth Roxborough
Kenneth Roxborough
Background Vocals
Stephen "Asher" Noel
Stephen "Asher" Noel
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stephen Marley
Stephen Marley
Composer
Cedella Marley
Cedella Marley
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stephen Marley
Stephen Marley
Producer
"Bonzai" Jimi Caruso
"Bonzai" Jimi Caruso
Recording Engineer
Marc Lee
Marc Lee
Recording Engineer
Errol Brown
Errol Brown
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey! And they'll say it's part of it
So they buy and you sell your soul
Well, my friend, the thought of it
You sell your soul for a piece of gold
While they and their companion sleep
Steady through the night
Another baby mama wept, yeah
For her baby's life
Chase dem, run dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, run dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, run dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, run dem politicians
(When I see dem, hey)
And they'll say it's a part of it
So they buy and you sell your soul
Well, my friend, the thought of it
Sell your soul for a piece of gold
Can they and their companions sleep
Steady through the night?
Another baby mother wept, yeah, yeah, yeah
For her baby's life
Chase dem, Lord, dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, low politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, yo I tell you run dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, Lord dem politicians
(When I see dem, hey)
Yes, they'll say it's a part of it
So they buy and you sell your soul
Well, my friend, the thought of it
Sell your soul for a piece of gold
Can they and their companions sleep
Steady through the night?
Another baby mama wept, yeah, yeah, yeah
For her baby's life
Chase dem, run dem politicians
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, run dem politician
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, Lord, dem politician
(When I see dem I get cold)
Chase dem, run, run, run, aye
Hey, hey, hey, hey tell you what
Get dem out, get dem out
Get dem out, get dem out, yeah
Get dem out, get dem out
Get dem out, get dem out
Run dem away
Run dem away
Run dem away aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye-aye
Written by: Stephen Marley
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