For the chorus interlude/bridge play: F|G. Ah who di hell you think you are I’m not jah supastar Mi nah drink di gold wine and smoking cigar And I don’t drive di "supa" car With jesus mi ah par I’m just a revolutionary fighting my own war Ah mi name bun to dust coz I dont hitch pon it And bary humble don’t yuh ask I just walk with it Down ina Jameyka life no pretty mi no ramp with it White boy a prove himself to di world and crew it’s fumbling I left my mother dropping tears just to chase a dream Mi hit my time son yuh empire was in slavery Di wicked man stole mi life and I identity So watch yourself and watch yur mouth before yuh judging mi Chorus        Mi bredda died he was killed by bandits in di street My father try to live with and him still ah do it At certain points I war with god associates and seh was da shit And then one day selaissie come and save mi from di trick So here I am di puppet of yur show The man on stage that sing some stuff that yuh don’t know The clown ah pleased da crowd and can appease his soul The artist with da funny name ah fun it go The price fi come to give for yur culcha and di morning tense yuh on The idiot boy want likke bit in return Chorus        I had a gun right on my face and I was scared to die I sex so many girl so mi did ah tell nuff lie I was alcoholic and depressed one day I’ll tell yuh why So just for now we live it so so please just give mi a bly Chorus