But you got to make a move, shake those negative blues
They make it hard for us to get some opportunity
We got to kick down the door
How long will the people take promises from ones who neglect the poor?
This a no friction, this a box
People a pause if you roll back the tocks
You stop the food for the poor, now the future no secure
All me grunny can sit down and relax
The one ya make me fly, me love