Lyrics:
The God that created the poor
Is the same God that created the rich
I did not born to be poor in this life
If you are rich today
Another man
fathers
We aspire to rise above
When you're born into a breed
You're signed in blood
I'm a poor man's son, workin' all night long
Got a bad guitar
fathers
We aspire to rise above
When you're born into a breed
you're signed in blood
I'm a poor man's son, workin all night long
Got a bad guitar
you cash out
Common go and hustle
This life na money be man eh
Poor man deserve no rest
Poor man deserve no girls
Poor man no suppose dey sleep
Poor
down at the end of market street
It took some time to figure it out
He's a rich man living in a poor man's house
He might be down, but he ain't out
Why must a poor man
Steal from the poor man
Hate on the poor man while he
Hexes the poor man? Is killing the poor man
Like he ain't a poor man
Rich man, rich man got all the good land
Ain't nothin' left but bad land for the poor man
Rich man's money, rich man's school
Did they make the poor
She said oh daughter, daughter
How could you treat me so
Leave your poor old mother
With that gambler go
He's a gamblin' man, man, man
He's
Ofe gbagumo
Ishe toye koshe o gbagumo
No sleep for poor poor man
No sleep for poor poor man
No sleep for poor poor man oo
No sleep for poor poor man
Sha
pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain't
pitiful me
Poor, poor pitiful me
Oh, these boys won't let me be
Lord, have mercy on me
Woe, woe is me
Well, I met a man out in Hollywood
Now I ain't
man
That don't mean that it's today
Wasted life looking for a diamond
'Cause a diamond don't crumble
Poor man's version of a poor man
My name ain't
a poor man's heaven, well how about when
We won't have nothing to fear, no
With real feather beds to rest those heads
We'll all have one of our own
It's
Pulse In My Hand (EXPLICIT) 120:000 BPM
Presidents kings
Leaders of the free world
While it is true
That war is never simple
Man needs war
And so I
bout you but me sure bout me yeah me sure bout me
Man na dead poor man na dead poor
Make this money and make this money make more
But me na dead poor
dey stress
Young obi
Wetin poor man see( poor man see)
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your prayers and get to sleep
Nothing is louder to god's ears than a poor mans sorrow
Daddy is poor today and he will be poor tomorrow
Hey that's
Methought I saw before my eyes
How the poor man pays for all
Methought I saw how wealthy men
Did grind the poor men's faces
And greedily did prey on them
Not
Rich man take a poor mans fashion
Rich man take a poor mans music
Rich man take a poor mans passion
To utilize it for his amusement
Poor man take
poor hungry man
Yes, I'm just one more poor hungry man
Sun in the sky hurts my eye
Mouth all dry, may God help me
Wait by the road, man don't come
They tryna see another poor black man (black man)
But we ain’t bout go like dat man (dat man)
They tryna see another broke black man (black man)
We
To be poor is a crime
Man haffi know dat inna dis ya time
To be poor is a crime, whoa now
Man haffi know dat inna dis ya time
I don't want to be
My brother man he they low key
He tell me say he wan run gee
Poor man sense
He say he no they find handwork
Make I buy ham new laptop
Poor man sense
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