We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective of a poor dead
: We're the sons and daughters of the poor man, the middle class man, forced down to serve by the rich man's hand. This is the perspective of a poor
Dance me in Show me the first part I?ll pay close detail To every note in every chart An escaped voice speaks from the corner of the room It?s avoiding
all evil mi seh fyah babylon money money money tell you is the root of all evil oooyy (verse 1) money inna mi pocket dem neva enuff and dung inna Jamrock
: Slug(2X) And I just might just find somebody And I just might just love somebody And I just might just feel somebody And I just might just kill somebody [Verse
vice versa love to all the hungry,vice versa love come on and get some,vice versa love come on and gett it vice versa love [Verse:] To all the rude boys
Of Work Everything Overcome Now Emmanuel Dead , Everything Tumble Down The Hill Divided In A Three Separated Bu Three Sons Middlesex , Priest Donavan Rule The DAughters & The Sons
thanks to bigs and run But never mind what I've been through just look at what I become All the shit I've avoided what I done for my sons And daughters and
About precision timing and vision Get up and go and don't turn back If you ah soldier and you know it hold ya head up high And keep stompin' in yo big
Now which one of y'all was down and didn't clown when I was sleeping on the flo' My real girl, that's who, that's why I love her so Got two sons and no daughters
Grammy's and twenty Soul Train Awards (bitch) Squash beef with 'Pac and 'em Cus I was too busy studying pimping under Ice-T and Freddie Foxxx and 'em
money You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin and countin my blessings And pray for
't have to go home But you have to get the hell out the here And yeah blunteds and rebums must pair The dun gridy donna in drinch with gear And the obvious
that I wonder if these whack niggaz realize they whack And they the reason that my people say they tired of rap Inspired by black Muslims and Christians Pushin' cutlasses, dope, and
blasting site Chickens come home to roost and find dead buzzards Layin next to the head of cousins, sisters and brothers Fathers and mothers, daughters and sons
little men live on the inside and yo they just shining they lights If you believe this and would teach it to your sons and daughters Get a MRI done on
