Rain
"Those born to wealth,
And who have the means of gratifying every
Wish, know not what is the real happiness of life"
Friends lie
They lie in their speech
They come and they go just like the tide, life is a beach
Women lie
They lie with the men
They say that they love you but love is a lie, shame the devil amen?
Money is evil
The root of all evil
Or rather the lack of money,
Funny for the gold what we'll do to our people
For the dollar
The almighty dollar
The Lord of your pockets
That green Almighty Father
Debt is yo' father's sin
Debt is your mother's pain
It strangles your soul
That hole you cannot escape
Money make niggas act wild
Money make niggas behave
What a paradox
Either master the money or be money's slave
I wish I could make it rain
For forty nights
Just to see all my brothas and sisters in peace and not have to fight
Just to see parents home with they
Children and not have to work overnight
Just to break off these chains for a
Change be free like a bird and take flight
When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well, I know that this fire will come raining down from the sky
Refine the purest of kings
And even though this fire brings me pain
Even so, and just the same
(Waldo's Poem)
When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well, I know that this fire will come raining down from the sky
Refine the purest of kings
And even though this fire brings me pain
Even so, and just the same
And who have the means of gratifying every
Wish, know not what is the real happiness of life"
Friends lie
They lie in their speech
They come and they go just like the tide, life is a beach
Women lie
They lie with the men
They say that they love you but love is a lie, shame the devil amen?
Money is evil
The root of all evil
Or rather the lack of money,
Funny for the gold what we'll do to our people
For the dollar
The almighty dollar
The Lord of your pockets
That green Almighty Father
Debt is yo' father's sin
Debt is your mother's pain
It strangles your soul
That hole you cannot escape
Money make niggas act wild
Money make niggas behave
What a paradox
Either master the money or be money's slave
I wish I could make it rain
For forty nights
Just to see all my brothas and sisters in peace and not have to fight
Just to see parents home with they
Children and not have to work overnight
Just to break off these chains for a
Change be free like a bird and take flight
When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well, I know that this fire will come raining down from the sky
Refine the purest of kings
And even though this fire brings me pain
Even so, and just the same
(Waldo's Poem)
When the sins of my father
Weigh down in my soul
And the pain of my mother
Will not let me go
Well, I know that this fire will come raining down from the sky
Refine the purest of kings
And even though this fire brings me pain
Even so, and just the same
Credits
Writer(s): Jon King, Jeffrey Stebbins
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