those successful individuals are sell-outs and house Negros. But, I don't consider brothers a sell-out if they move out of the ghetto. Poverty has nothing
번역: 불멸의 기술. 철학의 빈곤.
Amplius lava me ab iniquitate mea Et a peccato meo munda me Wash me from my iniquity And cleanse me of my sin
ya? Am I black enough for ya? Am I black enough for ya? We're gonna move on up, three by three We're gonna get rid of poverty Stay black, black enough
On her faith I can rely She's an american woman Born on the 4th of july She don't want no philosophy She just need photography She was raised in poverty
there's a baby, you can't be found Generations of a kingdom without a crown Something like another singer without the sound When the power of philosophy
proclamate prosperity The media spreads the philosophy Reproduction of clandestine slavery "And everyone's a winner, baby" Your bosses accumulate property While the masses die in poverty
me, but I don't feel it My philosophy is to keep all the lock and keys Everything I got, conceal it, so they don't steal it I'm stuck in poverty, but
me (Chorus) Never love my enemy You could never take my history You could never block my destiny Never did love follow me And I'll never return to poverty
Chorus) Never love my enemy You could never take my history You could never block my destiny Never did love follow me And I'll never return to poverty
Anything for money is the philosophy today It's become a religion, God is pay. No matter what your colour, race or your cree All for the love of money
counting sheep I start counting dollar bills and then I fall asleep Making money never thrills me It's making love that really kills me What can I lose with my philosophy
old Against the Communist regime The sorrow, a so-called liberation The sorrow, a violent domination Sorrow, the humiliation Fifty years, the death of a nation Poverty
admit I forget I don't know the words. Cut down in our prime, left for dead before our time, thanks for looking out for me, just save your philosophy
Pera menora infane lia Doven anore Misere mani I will look in the sky I will search for the sun Who'll tell us all about When we'll be tomorrow I
Face aux favellas des gens se prelassent Je crois bien voir des gamins cirer leurs godasses Ce sont des americains C'est chez eux que je me casse Ce sont
The song serves as an intro to the next song: "Beautiful". It is instrumental, in the sense that Sarah does not sing. The latin words sung by the Bach
photography I can't explain how growing up in poverty bothered me Gangbangers fathered me, taught me the science of robbery So I was cockin pistols, when Kris dropped "My Philosophy
