Kill a moan a bread a just no explainin' to explain
When inside the fog like the man wan' snap all him finger
Hemper to know that the man's a bad like a dog
But you no bad like a jack
Anyways, inna hella where you dwella
Time to climb the ladder but you can't break the spell
Look how poor people inna the ghetto still suffer
Day after day they only get fat bread and water
Now you shall not live by bread alone