Rich Man Poor Man

Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah-woah
Woah-woah
Don't fret, I go down

Rich man, the rich man, the rich man
Don't care about the poor man
The poor man, they have to stand strong
If you don't got money, you ain't got no friend

Money make friend, yeah
Money make you war, yeah
Money is bad, woah-woah
Sometimes it is good, oh yeah

The rich man, the rich man, they have to come down
They have to come down and give it up to the poor man
The poor woman have a baby born in the ghetto
And if they don't know, he is the Prime Minister of tomorrow

The rich man, the rich man, they have to come down
Give it up, oh give it up, give it to the poor man
Give it to the poor man

Money make friend, money break friend
Money make you war 'gainst your brethren
I say, money is bad and money is good, oh yeah
Ooh-yeah, ooh-yeah, yeah, oh

Jaggonist, jaggonist, jaggonist for money, yeah
Shooting and stabbing and robbing for money, yeah
It cost another life, it cost two life
Oh, them kill mi brother Clyde, yeah-yeah
The rich man have to come down, he have to come down
And give it up, give it up, give it up to the poor man
A poor woman baby born in the ghetto, woah-woah
She's the African girl in the slam

They have to come down, they have to come down
They have to give it up, give it up, give it up to the poor man
To the poor man, to the poor man, yeah

We can't find no peace or friend, no
The rain a fall, but butter cook, butter gnaw
Now, dutty well so