Lyrics:
me fish gal I'm eating it to stupor
Me I like cream pie add a lil sugar
Gat my eyes on u like my other name Ruger
Ma we na rich buh we na poor
Step
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand?
And who would steal the candy
From a laughing baby's mouth
If
have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy
(dey your dey make I dey my dey)
Chrous
This house is for sale who wan sale am
Nah rich man Yesterday
This house is for sale who wan buy am
Nah poor
VERSE
There was a King in Babylon, so fierce and rich, (A Conqueror).
And a poor man, a man of the people so humble and kind, (A Rasta man).
People
Whoo
Whoo
Aye yo man, I feel like I've been humble too long, man
I'm too humble, man (whoo)
Fuck all that humble shit, uh
Uh, fuck bein'
justice is a lie
A Poor man's justice is a maze
He goes in hopeful
And comes out rearranged
He'll get everything he needs
Just to get by in his grave
will fall
Each soul awaits the great call
No man succeeds all by himself
No man's independent on Earth
Even the rich need the poor to earn
The first
crown athlete do the drive by
Killer anuh twilight
From me see gun rise den a pie pie
No heart Cyah find
Fat bimma m3 do the drive by
Killer anuh
, a poor man, a fool or a witty
Don't let her die an old maid but take her out of pity
We had a sister Sally, she was ugly and misshapen
By the time she was
girls weh call man loser
Give dem thousand dollar each
Now Dem call mi a new word
RICH
Yea man that's my new name
A new flame mi a dash out
Get some wata
money and power to sort us
The rich have what they want while
The poor are sold out
Don't believe me look at our society they say
Money would rule out
have been so terrible if I had a small fortune?"
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I'd biddy
smithy of damnation
Sometimes heated by his love
For his power and his gold.
Inside there was his humble little clerk,
His peddling name was Bob Cratchit,
the ten percent who are rich slave makers of the poor
Who teach the poor lies that make the people believe
That the all mighty true and living God is
dilute, even if I threw garbage on the ground
I couldn't pollute, man, I'm too rich for that, bitch
So what's your name?
I'm Ynot, I own a mansion
subject did nah commit
Them only rob the poor then go bow to the rich
Me find out a hatred nuff a practice
Mister Scrapehead just come fi you justice
Jesus Christ was a man that traveled through the land
Hard working man and brave
He said to the rich, "Give your goods to the poor"
So they laid
and tented field, where lang I'd been a lodger
My humble knapsack a' my wealth, a poor and honest sodger
A leal light heart was in my breast, my hand unstain'd
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hands?
And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth
If he
Poor man mourn the rich riches increase
Be not grieved, riches are not forever
Envy not the oppressor chose none of his ways
Be not wise in his own
Poor man mourn the rich riches increase
Be not grieved, riches are not forever
Envy not the oppressor chose none of his ways
Be not wise in his own
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