: [INTRO] Till the day you die... if your one of the poor ones you just got to work hard [CHORUS] I'm on flight 187 187 Departure from the hood Destination
out ah Poor people money dem spent And then We want know down who Pay di bills when the prime minister car dent And then We want know when dem ah come
a lot too A pure tuff tings come at you When Trenchtown man stop laugh and block off traffic Den dem reel and pop off and dem start clap it When di pin
secret indentities and disguises, to hide they true colors So just when you think you close enough to be brothers they wanna come back and cut your throat when
your vinyl Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna shine But we all can't green, knahImean? Being rich is a poor man's dream, and we all wanna
The 7 Hells Shiver, you have taken from the poor in greed Shiver, you betrayed the ones you?ve sworn to feed With given power comes responsibility When
week The kids love them anyway, it don't make sense When you have a go at me for the sake of fifty pence Especially when some of you so called "poor
Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn't focusin
name? There is no shame. He'd do the same So what do you say? I don't have all day It's up to you. Which will it be Good citizen or poor campesino? My
: (Lyrics by Joan Baez, Music by Ennio Morricone) "Give to me your tired and your poor Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free The wretched refuse
that I'm a grown man, I've traveled here and there. I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song, The only ones who ever care, poor boy, the only ones
go again Talkin bout hoes and dough again Yup! -- Can't hold it in I'm surprised I got so much dough to spend But, back when I was poorer then You wasn
get enuff of it All up in the casino, Watch ya' luck run out, Cuz you cant get enuff of it The poor stay poor the rich keep gettin richer, Cuz they cant
: The time was known medieval When kings and queens did rule the land But there were two with insane minds And wickedness at hand For deep within their
one America was a slogan used to keep morale up When we knew we were already cooked Then the richer western states, succeeded in secession And the eastern ones
of peace? For every G that fell for his flag in the streets Bloodin' and thuggin', folkin' and lokin' Crypin' and creepin', Latin and kingin' Or just for poor
blue stones, red bones and black ones Fuck did I expect with bucket seats in a Lex And spendin' time in Chuckie Cheese with Little Des Got guns when I
scam don't fight don't oppress an equals given rights starve the poor so they can be well fed line their holes with the dead ones breed they don't scurry when