Benjamin Zephaniah - Money --------------------------------------------- Benjamin Zephaniah (born 15 April 1958) is an English writer, dub poet and Rastafari. --------------------------------------------------------------- --- Money --- Money make a rich man feel like a big man It make a poor man feel like a hooligan A one parent family feels like a ruffian An those who have it won’t give you anything Money makes your friend become your enemy You start to see things very superficially Your life is lived very artificially Unlike those who live in poverty Money affects your ego But money brings you down Money causes problems anywhere money is found Food is what we need Food is necessary Let me grow my food An dem can eat dem money Money can save us But yet we feel doomed Plenty money burns in a nuclear mushroom Money can make you happy Money can help you when you die An those who have it continually live a lie Children are dying Spies are spying Refugees are fleeing Politicians are lying An deals are done An webs are spun An no one keeps the third world on the run An the brother feels better than the brothers next door Cause his brothers got money an his brothers got more The brother thinks a brother’s not a brother cause he’s poor When a brother kills another that is economic war Economic war we call it economic war It may not be the east and west anymore But the north and south third world far lord Coffee an isle That’s what it’s about Economic war Economic war Shots fired from the stock market floor So we work for a livin’ An we try an we try With so little time for chillin’ Like we’re livin a lie Money makes a dream become reality Money makes real life like a fantasy Money has a habit of going to the head I have some for the rainy day underneath me bed Money problems make it hard to relax Money makes it difficult to get down to the facts Money makes you worship vanity and lies Money is a drug with legal highs The parents of poor kids Some are not coping Some are just managing Books that need balancin’ Property is theft No money means death You pay for your rent An then nothing left Some will pick your pocket Some will pay to stop it Those who will pay to stop it They happy cause they got it Some go out an fight for it Some claim they got the right to it An people like my grandparents Live long but never side it Money made me go out an rob Then it made me go looking for a job Money made the nurse And the doctor emigrate Money buys friends you love to hate Money made slavery seem alright Money brought the Bible An the Bible shone the light Victory to the penniless The gospel shows us We come to mash those market forces The paper giant called market forces
Posted on: Sat, 12 Jul 2014 15:46:24 +0000
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