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Put a next man me seh down inna detention.
Vicious, boom sound.
A this is a chant of a poor man,
This is a chant of a poor man,
Me holla
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
And gave me this hand?
The man is the moon
With a gun against his head
He thought he had it all
Poor, poor me fell like a fool for a man
I thought that he
He was once a younger man, just like you and I
But times have changed for this old man, the story makes you cry
Now the nights are getting colder,
the cypher
But take it all for granted
This is the rambling of a damaged man in panic
Chanting in a xenomorph laguage
A manic manuscript handwritten
Man came to the door I say, "For whom are you looking?"
He says, "Your wife", I say, "She's busy in the kitchen cookin'"
Poor boy where you been?
I
Ten kilometers barefooted in the bush
Started raining on the way to fetch some water
Poor woman had a baby on her back
Was struck by lightening
the government's political prisoners
They are locked up falsely by this white man
So tell me why you
Changed to choose a new direction, in the blink of an eye
a panel
You can't desert me like a camel
I was built for this and
Somethin' they cannot dismantle
Man, this is appallin'
I bounce back like Spalding
I slide
could be up then outta luck
The King throws you in chains
And the Joker runs off with your Queen
I drink poor man's whiskey
I wear second-hand smoke
If
bitch
The niggas that would call a bitch
Why'all be rich
So Short, what you mean?
I bet, I be a poor girl's dream
More money than she ever seen
This
True say I need me a Bella Latina
This ain't a fucking debate
Tell me how u can relate
Funny how she didn't want me
NOW my tunes on speakers
Bundas so
man, you still believe it
Walkin' round with your face like that
You'll be like this forever
Poor thing, you'll never recover
Oh man, you still believe
Yeah
Ten kilometres barefooted in the bush
Started raining on the way to fetch some water
Poor woman had a baby on her back
Was struck by lightening
me
I'm poor and I'm weird baby you got no time for me
I'm poor and I'm weird I'm getting weirder by the second
I used to have somebody but my alter
this what I saw
What you See Poor role models
We had Poor role models yea
Poor role models poor role models poor role models
Ain't no doctors or lawyers
wonderland feeling like the Son of Sam
I'm at your west coast branch, gun in hand
I'ma feel like superman,
Walk by the teller, better call the trooper, man
of people, marching up the avenue
Doin? what they gotta do, just to get by
I'm living in the land of plenty and many
But I'm damn sure poor and I don't
a shit
I'm painting a picture just like the lord
Man I'm writing these stories just for the poor
Now can we all afford a brand new clause
Hip or hop man
kill a man? (must you kill a man?)
This is my questions for you I want you to answer
Yeh!
Poor man pikin The poor man pikin
Who tie the poor man pikin
much background in political
Science but this much I know: Attending
Rallies sponsored by 110-percent
Anti-Communist cultists
Or donning white sheets
we yarn
Why are my people so poor
We can't take this no more
Me I go yarn
Me I go speak my mind
Me I go yarn
Them think say we blind
Make we yarn
Why
we yarn
Why are my people so poor
We can't take this no more
Me I go yarn
Me I go speak my mind
Me I go yarn
Them think say we blind
Make we yarn
Why
Ten kilometers barefooted in the bush
Started raining on the way to fetch some water
Poor woman had a baby on her back
Was struck by lightening
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