paroles de chanson Sufferer - Culture

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Lord, God

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them

No justice I see rounding around in the ghetto
Santa Claus come to town and poor man children them can't get promises

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Cry out, Africa

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Lord

Grandfather come, here's one coffe
Grandson come that was in prison too
Grandson-son come and they don't want to give him education
What will they never do we no go loot

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Jesus Christ

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Hey

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General penitentiary have been on the beach by the poor man spoils
And the rich man told him son: "you can steal but please don't be cut"
Jesus

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
Me I tell me

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them

John Kuskus gone in jail with him big
Long gun, bacause him no have no money
Him have to stay there beg until the later days big man please

No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them
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No one knows the pain I feel inside for the Sufferers them