back and feed the dog them, but whoa, big hand to them
He who writes against poor people shall perish in the end, tell me now
Oh Massa God, world a run, out the war a back and praise God
You are my son, we all know, oh Papa Jesus, world a run
Make we come together, God the Father soon come
Truth the poor can't afford the knowledge, them no get none
The rich man have the dollars and he want give him some
Bragadocio, Sambu