Songtexte:
Clutch Let A Poor Man Be

let a poor man be Let a poor man be Columbia girl, please, please, please let a poor man be Let a poor man be Woman, please, please, please let a poor

hanging around Woman, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be Columbia, girl, please let a poor man be. Let a poor man be I'm gonna build a castle

lots of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signin' the crap, Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of that crack

figures, a motherfuckin' made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin' made nigga I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga Nigga, I

six figures, a motherfuckin made nigga (Can you feel me?) A motherfuckin made nigga.. I got a plot to get richer, take my picture A made nigga [Napolean

ve been a shrimper all my life. My daddy was a shrimper And my mom's a shrimper's wife. And I'm tired of bein' a shrimper Cuz a shrimper's life's too

as I progress to this Got no time to be hanging out with humanists Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist Serve we nationally comes the

a no-gooder, pickpocket] (a no-good pickpocket) [And then you see, sin got me in its clutches now] sin got him in his clutches, [No. I said sin was not

as I progress to this Got no time to be hanging out with humanists Raise a flag, fly the, tag the hand, clutch the fist Serve we nationally comes the