paroles de chanson Story of the Pauper - Ghetts

People are being made redundant
Some of my friends and family are amongst them
And everybody's family depends on a lump sum
But some ain't gonna see a salary when the month's done
How you gonna tell a kid he aint got to rob
When the only role model he has just lost his job
Unemployed without another choice
Heading down the same path he tried to make his son avoid
Jobseekers allowance aint for everyone
We grown, there's no power in a pellet gun
You tryna tell a na that's a breadwinner
Forget dinner and he'll do things he's never done
It's the story of the pauper
The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
But don't get me wrong
Three out of ten will cross the border
And be out the ends, but still it weren't a shortcut
I understand what it took to do that
How Naomi Campbell had to look to do that
What Levi Roots had to cook to do that
The kinda weight the top shottas had to push to do that
What kinda singer Diz had to get on a hook to do that
And when you're tryna push out of the same place you come from
Everybody has a goal, and pulling you back
So it's bullet proof this, and bullet proof that
And I don't expect those from outside the slums to understand this
How you gonna relate? Your mum and dad's rich
Welcome to my ends, it's gully
And none of us are getting no inheritance money
What's your life like round here? I bet everything's honey
Yeah we all got problems, but I bet yours has never been the money
Wait, I don't know you so I shouldn't pass judgement
Vice versa, but sometimes assets confine a person
You ain't gotta tell me that you're rich cos I know you are
Your life is perfect – is that why you turn your nose up at the lower class?
Or is your life just as fucked as mine behind the curtains?
But you don't wanna show it cos you've got an image to uphold
I know, but when you come home, you unload, stress
Staring in the mirror like "I'm so depressed"
And now you wanna jumbo to jet, yeh I get it
Cos I feel like that six out of seven days
And that's why a na be addicted to lemon haze
Listen when I'm spittin' a system is devil-made
The government have got the nation brainwashed
A close friend of mine just left the Caribbean
When he got here he said he shoulda stayed in Barbados
I could explain but I'd rather let you read between the lines
Yo don he switched the brain on
You can't even read the signs, where's your brain gone?
What can I say dawg?
The truth lays beneath the lies
But it's like I'm tryna lead the blind
And they would rather remain lost.
Forever in the rat race
Life ain't getting no better and it's facts mate
So I'm lighting up the lemon on a bad day
And as I let the zoot settle in my ashtray
I'm thinking of all the terrible things man-made
Things that caused this inevitable rampage
I'm hoping I ain't got vegetables for a fanbase