Lyrics:
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
R. O. B.O. T. LETS SEE,
Who gets the worst RNG,
Me, the poor worker bee without any money?
Luck severely lacking,
Born to median income bracket,
a smoking gun
Yo now she really stressed bad
Baby by her step dad
Her and lil man
All alone up in Westhave
Tough road and without a car
It's a tough
man
I'd build a big, tall house with rooms by the dozen
Right in the middle of the town
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below
There would
of the cross
Anyone may come there
For there is no cost
Rich man or poor man
Bond man or free
The ground was leveled
That day at Calvary
Level, level,
animals
Even though you were rich
For my sake you became poor
That through your poverty Lord
I might be rich
You paid the price for my sin
By your cross 'am
a hurt him
cross me now by accident
assurance couldnt pay it fee
have deh bitch a say me sneeky
(Verse 2 )
Man up 4 in a morning
Repercussion
Him
She woke me up with a bang, bang
Looking' over cross eyed had a big
Hunch that the world was a big lie
When I got up all the blood to my head
I
I know a man who had nothing
He was a poor man all his life
He lived in a shack by the roadside
With starving kids and a loving wife
He went
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen,
Right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There
watch the man from the cave
Used to kneel to the cross for the war with the rappers
Used to think it great, to rest ? in plates
Used to pray
else
Something cold and ugly
Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man
Squatting by the drug store at the corner
With is
of grass
Young man lookin' in the shadows that pass
Poor man lookin' through painted glass
For dignity
Somebody got murdered on New Year's Eve
Somebody said
that rich, sho' no mo', use to be poor but now I'm rich
Got it, te quiero, can't get stood up by no bitch
'cause where would I be without Celly, Celly
a smoking gun
Yo now she really stressed bad
Baby by her step dad
Her and lil man
All alone up in Westhave
Tough road and without a car
It's a tough
Between the shifting shadows
In the no-man's zone
There's a bar at the end of the street
Some poor country music
One or two sixty's songs
This is
In a world consumed by greed, cash rules everything around me
Motherfuckers and the currency, cash rules everything around me
It's the only thing
All hail to the days that merit more praise
Than all the rest of the year
And welcome the nights that double delights
As well for the poor
If you two-wheelin', tryna chill, get a kickstand
Everybody gettin' money had a game plan
Every truth seeker dropped by a hit man
Everybody
the dark
Yeah, Radio man I'm talking to you
And you machine beat junkies
That have locked your doors
Will get diseased by the rock-n-roll whore
If I dared
have\
Prechorus -
|Plauged| [native man],
|cursed| [sacred land].
|Slaves| [claimed by spain],
|herds| [locked in chains].
Chorus 1 -
[c plague] |upon
You are good beyond my highest thought
But I'm poor I am wretched I am blind
My lips are ready to confess my sin
But my heart is slow to feel,
all the poor, wretched, naked and the blind
Answer the call for the cross while there's still time
My whole life is a prophecy
No man bound to the Earth
because you're so broke
Omo everything choke
At the foot of the cross you can state all your wish
Heaven's gates go soon open you go see lavish
As you don
.jpg/300px-Christopher_Cross_in_beaumont_ca_(2637703689).jpg "Christopher Cross")
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