Lutan Fyah - Screaming for the Poor

Sing thanks and fill a tin
A poverty stress the mood, some have them big guns slinging
Up town and living large, them never see some dey killing
Dem mama ban a belly and bow
Up on the death toll, cheer a one son in go call
Try some hustling, go put up a one stall
Here comes Metropolis, alright
Oh yes, I heard screaming from the cold
Oh yes, someone please call the police