Not A Dollar More

What A Ting'i? Whoa
Them Say Everything In Life Has It's Reasons
Sometimes Some Haffi Skunk Copy,See Me?
When The Big man Say Not A Dollar More
And Everyday The Tax Them Increase
Now They Wonder Why?
So Much Crisis Out There In The Streets
Hey,Then It No Make Sense To Work Five Days Fi A One Day Pay
Them Basic Needs Gone Out Of Place
Sun Toiling Hungry Bellies Suffering Still A Show Inner Me Face
High Price And Everything Inner Your Market Place
Cheap Wages,You Call It Recession When Your System Fade
A Straight Broke Pocket When The People Need A Raise
Then How Could You Say
Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat
Hey You Work The Poor Untill Them Back Them Sore
Take With All The Wealth All Love Is Galore
Them Hungry Belly Pickney They Sleep Outer Door
And See It Then The Crime Rate You Can't Control
Murder In A Broad Day Light Violence Outta Road
Rude boy Them A Walk With A Two Headed Sword
And Every Ghetto Youths A Just A Riches Them A Probe
The System So Greedy For More
Them Say Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat
Poor People Tired Fi Live In A Di Little Ramshackle
Time Fi We Live Up Ponde Highest Pinnacle
We Tired A Di Hussle And Bussle
Iam Not Trying A Pursuade So A No Smuggle
Tell Them Say Me Tired Fi Live In De House Weh Leaking
Tired Fi Rest Pon The Bed Weh Cricking
Me Tired Fi Hear The Rats And The Rot Me Ceiling
Me Nuh Come Yuh Work A Morning
True Them Say Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat
Then It No Make Sense To Work Five Days Fi A One Day Pay
Them Basic Needs Gone Out Of Place
Sun Toiling Hungry Belly Suffering Still A Show In A Me Face
High Prices And Everything Inner Your Market Place
Cheap Wages You Call It Recession When Your System Fade
A Straight Broke Pocket When The People Dem Need A Raise
Then How Could You Say
Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat
Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat
Not A Dollar More
Everyday Tax Increase Crisis Out There In The Streets
You Must Be The Slaverers' Work Force
You Take All The Money And Go Bank It Away
Not A Dollar More
Tell Me Why We Can't Find Peace
Corruption Gone Up To The Highest Peak
And While The People Suffer Your Filths No Food Pon The Table To Eat



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Writer(s): Anthony Litchman Martin, Unknown Composer
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