Lyrics:
let my good girl catch you here
Ain't no tellin' what poor little Lucy Mae do
She left one Christmas coming by that afternoon
Next time I seen her boy
The girls ignore me and I'm beat
Up by the older kids
But the teachers quiz me like
"I wonder what your problem is?"
Well, the kids in my neighbourhood
All
of people
The young, old, and the rich and the poor
It takes all, all kinds of people
Everybody's got to give a little bit more
It takes all, all
Here lies the broken heart of a girl who had too much faith in you
I linger like a ghost because I can't let go of all the hell you put me through
little fellow was Marcus, young Marcus McGee
Well he spent the next year travelling the world
Fighting pirates and dragons and saving the girl
There was
“Rich Man”
Rich man rests easy
No sweat on his brow
But give me the poor man
With his hand on the plow
A man who seeks shelter
In the company he
By what she want and shit
Trap Nigga I’m rich
Verse 2
Lambo fast car make the tires skert
Freaky little bitch kept pulling on my shirt
Actin all shy
the skyline
Thugger
Now I been rich since I was little like Robin Hood
They been hatin' on me, cutting my cable cords
They gon' hate on her when she come
just are not good to each other
One on one
The rich are not good to the rich
The poor are not good to the poor
We are afraid
Our educational system
a bitch
So if I'm poor or rich
I talk in the exact same pitch
Now the title bitch don't apply to all women
But all women have a little bitch in 'em
ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all
go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class,
Let's all get
are
searching the square roughly turning over baskets and shaking down PASSERS-BY.
BRIAN appears near a rather dull little PROPHET, who is standing
time I saw you
I let you walk by I didn't say a word
Poor little white girl
I apologise that I'm dirt
But its too late to go back
We can't make peace
Oh, the rich people want what the poor people's got
And the poor people want what the rich people's got
And the skinny people want what the fat
her and little brother there
We wash our pain with Belvedere
And use the drugs they brung us here
We get high to get by, hot dogs no rib eyes
Where
licensing
Controlled by a frightening
Man tryna get the dolla
Pounding me down for the pound
Even when I'm gone then they'll use my sound
Till the people
Kerbie yeah? Yeah
And that little girl yeah?
I didn't mean to kill her, it was an accident
Do you know who that girl was though? Nah
That was my
to a collar and that poor kid to baller I swear
Cause I swear to change the world
And maybe one day he'll go meet the perfect girl
Late night watching movies
do it step by step
Miss one and you'll fall into this well
Called wantin' and havin' it all
Poor man has everything that the rich man don't
He's
not England
Pon da plane a book a whole heap of man
For, some are white man, mi say
Some are black man
Some are rich man, mi say, some are poor man
Dem
of opportunity
for Tateh and his little girl. We cannot rest!
YOUNGER BROTHER
She was speaking loud and fast
Through a haze of noise and heat
And the smell
no lonely nights (lonely nights)
Every little thing that she does, you know the girl's alright
(You know the girl's alright)
Cause I ain't never,
Come on down have a look around at rich folks living in a poor folks town
We got no money but we're rich in love that's one thing that we've got
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