Lyrics:
the money in the whole wide world
And toys he'll never use
But he don't know a damn thing
'Bout when a poor man gets the blues
Rich man thinks his
teaches us to be white
Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me tell me
The poor are getting pressed on by the rich
the poor man wants yours and the rich man
women and handle Xanax How we got the blues, and we still missing all the clues?
(If that ain't blues, I say listen)
Step inside the mind
Of a man with
Rich man Davies lived so well, when he died he had a home in hell
He had no home in that rock, don't you see
A poor man Lazurus poor as I, don't you
the world
One man could claim, let me say that
She's every poor boy's dream
(Every poor boy's dream) , uh huh
And she's every very rich man's prayer
(Every
I was raised up poor without no runnin water
I dipped my bath out of the well behind my house
I spend most of my time by the ol Kentucky River
I'm
things first when you get to the sea.
A rich man eats when he wishes; a poor man whenever he can.
I need a home, but my boots keep goin'
Healing
fight, for 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
in the sky, one mile high
Built to shelter the rich and greedy
Rows of eyes, disguised as windows
Looking down on the poor and the needy
Miles
No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
man
Don't try to fool no girls
It's my regular lovin'
That gets me by in this world...
more
How can we live in a rich man's world?
How can we live in a rich man's world?
How can we live in a rich man's world?
When we haven't a dime?
How
They keep investing in destruction
The ones in charge are corrupt, they wash their hands with the poor man's blood
Rich man's war, poor man's blood
on the street
Words on the walls with crooks and the thieves
Rich and the poor politicians and more
People turn fake when you be stacking your bag
Even your own
But you've been baptized by fire
The rich man has the money
And the poor man has the grind
But you've been baptized by fire
Scanning coffee in
a crook
Take money off the books
Just as long as I'm liked
By a rich man's wife?
OK, hold up i can't rap about doing crime
But if I actually do crime,
government
Nigeria jaga jaga
Poor man dey suffer suffer
Rich man waka waka
Everybody everybody scatter scatter
Nigeria jaga jaga
Poor man dey suffer suffer
I've been poor before
But even then, I'd say that I'm a rich man
Yea the love made me a rich man
Yea I'd say that I'm a rich man
Yea say that I'm a rich
Wayne daddy you can call me birdman
Get your hands outta my pockets I'm X man
Find me in the middle like Malcolm x Man
Never die poor but I ain't chasing
bubble
One law fi di rich yet another fi di poor
Jah bless and please help us we cyaan' tek no more
We feeling di pressure way down to di core
How
mean?
What's that mean?
At least I can breathe
This is what we call
Poor man's panic
Rich man's antics
Average has its hold on me
Wait now
You've been
O sure funmi pe moma je eniyan
Emi ma ri temi se
Cuz mummy Dey pray for me
Ah ahn
I Dey saad o
I Dey saad
Poor man no Dey reason konji
Rich man talk
Poor man rich man beggar man thief
They all keeping bad company
All riding with time on our side
Thinking that we're too young to die
Poor man
go on down
He's angry young man
An angry young man
Anger from happy
Poor I've got one big bleedin' heart
Rich I'm the boss of my street
Poor can love
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