Human Of Slavery کے بول

General, general, general penitentiary, general penitentiary Down in the dump cell, where I can't take no smell It's like a oven baking for 2 thousand years When the morning comes, I & I would run to get some tea Here comes the boss with his baton Say dreadlocks you don't come here To drink pea soup and fatten ooh oh As time and time go by It's the set for the same everyday So if you can't do the time don't bother with no crime Cause the food that you take to save your life can let you lose it the same It's a warehouse of human slavery And it doesn't help for a person who need a weekly salary So if your eyes can't be fulfilled and satisfied A lot more to come and see those chastised mmmmmm yeah