Letras
Money pile high on di rich man table
Poor man count coin just to keep him stable
Gold drip bright but di heart stay fatal
Cause greed write law like a wicked fable
Cold street bite when di night turn grey
Empty bowl talk when no food fi stay
Mother hold child in a tight display
Hoping one spark keep di darkness away
Upper class stand on a tall brick wall
Lower class sweat till dem spirit fall
Rich man laugh with a loud big call
Poor man pray fi a break at all
Cash flow run like a river to di few
Rest fight storms with a hole in di shoe
Debt chain drag like a mark of glue
And di wage too small fi di work dem do
But a flame still rise inna dusty ground
Street heart beat wid a rebel sound
Even when pain push heavy around
We carve new roads where di truth get found
Hope shine weak but it still hold weight
Turn small spark to a strong soul gate
No crown needed fi di poor man fate
Cause a brave heart break any rich man state
Dust floor lift when di people unite
Dark room glow when we share our light
Bread and blood shape di long hard fight
But we rise each dawn from di shadow night