Peoples Cry

Until this day, I can see my people struggling Why, why, are they a problem

They're not brutal, not honest They're not transparent

What more can the people do? When you raise up the tanks and make it difficult for them to go through

All now can't see no change Seem as if to have the people off the dirt, it's really something strange

Poor people put their heart out, not a thing they get back But police brutality, them business get set back

You saw them a slaughter, trying to get out Don't sell yourself for politics cause you are a leftist

They don't want to use them to live good They don't want to use them to rise

So they come with them propagandas And them tell one bag of lies

They don't want to use them to live good They don't want to use them to rise

So they come with their propaganda And one bag of lies