War

WcR

W cR
What has the world become?
The poor man is the native son
We are born to win
Never to lose
, but the rich man smiles
With his devilish grin.
The rich man is the pathway
Of Conviction
Eviction
This is a message for the
Rich man,
Where we supposed
To go?
(No one knows.)
What are we gonna do?
I thought,
We were the chosen ones
When you play Fight fire
With fire,
The sound of the mighty.
"Fee-fi-fo-fum
It is the power of
His drum
We are all one!
W a R
Is the last cry from the dead man
Who the hell is in charge?
How long is the lifespan
For a poor man?
Have a poor man
Is still Serving time
From Rich Man's Crime
I said,
( no one knows)
W c R
Give me back,
My old man's a pocket watch
We are going to
Push back the clock
From father time
When men never
Dare cross the line
In another man's dime
In this recession,
cll men proceed
In progression
, by slicing bread
Washing it down
With some red wine
W a R
It will never happen;
The rich man acts like
Prostitute
Whoring act for every nickel, or dime
Telling nonbelievers
You are the real chosen
One
We are on your side
We will stand by you
cnything you want
cnything you need
We surely will
Do anything you please
If you need some more,
We will take bread
From the poor man
We are here to serve you!
W a R
The rich men are still playing
Like gambling man
Take all hearts;
Flush it down
While the other man's
Losses his hands
Lays on the ground
Like tunes from the song;
It might get ban
W a R
Our children are in genocide
Homicide pushing away
Beyond the sea
We can relate
Because our people were
The Strange Fruit
We grieve the same attitude
We stand with you
W c R
Who the hell is in charge?
Do not forget about us.
Can you remove
These bandages off us?
The multiple scars
Could never be healed
We still fussing
Crying
While Rich man
cre Still lying
Poor man
Serving the lifetime
Crime
On Rich Man's
Dime