go and make the news kid Might lose control, but not my soul Won't sell for the white man to buy me some white gold Sell for the black man, to buy
go. Only one thing on their mind: Fire down below. Whoa, here come the rich man in his big, long limousine. Here come the poor man, all you got to have
sing the blues I gotta right to moan inside I gotta right to sit and cry Down around the river A certain man in this little town Keeps draggin' my poor
the sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps rainin' all the time Life is bare, gloom and mis'ry everywhere Stormy weather Just can't get my poor
he had bloody nose Welfare department would give him no clothes He asked poor Howard, "Where can I go?" Howard said, "There's only one place I know" "Sounds great man
sky Stormy weather Since my man and I ain't together Keeps raining all the time Life is bare, gloom and misery everywhere Stormy weather I just can't get my poor
yeah Played by Carlos Santana Stop the lootin', stop the shootin' Pick pocking on the corner See as the rich is getting richer The poor is getting poorer
scene I'm in I am everyday people Then it's the new man that doesn't like the short man For being such a rich one That will not help the poor one Different
I'll be spittin' this game to you all damn night When I was 3 years old Straight pimp game I was told My daddy sent me to pimp school In this man's
pursuit cos they think I got the loot But, they got to catch my ChevroLET I am PAID, A-L-A OK, it gon' happen do' cos the gas man's passed the flow Y'
like you Bumpin' yo gums 'bout who got ya feelin' the blues drunk an I say Grabbin' yo pumpkin' head like, ooh I been the ice cream man since ?92 Comin
Transfixated on the big blue screen its your window to the outside a melancholy dream a medium upon which you build reality this episodic currency that
Trans fixated on the big blue screen Your window to the outside, a melancholy dream A medium upon which you build reality This episodic currency that
I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed Give a man a key, he cannot not open the door Give him something free and hell sell it to the poor Cest
I'm sick of being used, time and again betrayed Give a man a key, he cannot open the door Give him something free and he'll resell it to the poor (C
Your grass may be greener man I was born on the pavement, I'm standin' in It's blue grass honey, it's a workin' man It's more than all the things that
Leave the bright blue door on the white-washed wall. Leave the death ledger under city hall. Leave the joyful air and that rubber ball today. Leave the
Leave the bright, blue door on the white-washed wall Leave the death ledger under city hall Leave the joyful air in that rubber ball today Just leave