Poverty

If you hungry, you is a boy (yes!)
If you and your woman hungry, you is a damn
boy (yes!)
And if you and your woman and your pickney
hungry, you is a piece of. mmm, mmm
Woke up and look at poverty this morning
Said to poverty, "you can't stay inna me
yard" (come out!)
So me tek up me cutlass and start to do some
farming
While some man lef' dem country from early
this morning, and
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Dem nuh want a job
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Let me remind you
Poverty knocking at their door in their back yard
Hear me!
Soon and very soon the red sun will be rising
It gone to the West, coming forward from the
East
And along with that, Mr. Hungry with a long
knife will be following
And always him and him bound to get a stab
Don't you hear me when I say?
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Can't you hear me when I say?
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Not even a pound of sugar
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Don't you hear me when I say?
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
(.)
Some a dem run away an' leave their country
(mi nah go back!)
Claiming that they can't find nothing to do
They refuse from their grandfather - do the
farming
And tek up a gun, just want some quick money
But dust to dust and ash to ash, life get funny
An' you gone down ah??, down in a piece of old
box, Lord
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Hear me when I say
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
No mentality
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Where is your mentality?
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
"You nuh see after me sharpen my cutlass
And go build up my garden
I don't want go work for a man for a farthing
Because my heart will harden"
Wake up and look at poverty early this morning
(come outside!)
Saying to him you just can't stay inna Rasta
yard (you nuh hear?)
So me tek up me 'lass and then mi start to do
some farming
Fi mek mi name nuh go fi thief and gone abroad
For poverty knocking at the door in their back
yard
All because dem lazy
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard??
Poverty knocking at the door in their back yard
Run away and leave them, Dread!



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Writer(s): Gregory Anthony Isaacs, Joseph Constantine Hill
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