[Instrumental Intro] [Verse 1] Wake up fi da system, back bent, head low, Bossman rich, but mi pocket still broke. Nine to five, tek what yuh give, No freedom deyah when yuh work just to live. Clock tick like a trap, mi cyah run, Grind fi di bread, get crumbs, get none. Street full a wire, air full a smoke, Mi dreams get taxed while di rich man joke. [Pre-Chorus] No light, no plan, Dem tek di soul from di working man. Same pain, new name, But it feel like slave with a higher wage. [Chorus] Inna Babylon, mi wheel keep turnin', Back bend low while di city burnin'. Chained to di sound of a dollar sign, Mi labor sell cheap, but mi life ain’t mine. [Instrumental] [Verse 2] Data in mi vein, steel pon mi tongue, Mi youth cyan’t eat while di anthem sung. Factory gods with a pixel face, Dem sell hope like a marketplace. Wi build di towers, fix di street, Still sleep cold and skip a feast. Echo inna hallway, ghost inna screen, Living one life inna corporate dream. [Bridge] Loop repeat, heart still drum, Dem tek mi time and mi future come. Born in chains, still chant fi free, Mi spirit strong like a old fig tree. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Inna Babylon, mi wheel keep turnin', Back bend low while di system burnin'. No escape inna dis machine— But mi voice still rise inna war fi clean. [Instrumental] [Outro - Toasted/Spoken Style] "No love inna di payroll file—only numbers and denial. But mi nah bow, mi nah fall... still chant down Babylon wall." [Instrumental Outro]
