You know it goes when you're poor and in the streets
It's a survival when the two ends meet
Sometimes me wonder how some parents do it
Broken and no money and the system a leak
So if the poor come knocking at your door and
Don't turn away, give back something to the poor and
Just give a little, share a little, make it stretch
Flavor hungry so the friar afficate
Give it up, I'm Fubble