The poor man's stain is insurmountable debt
It is a lost cause and everyone knows it
the crying of the neighborhood shame of the man
how little the dreams of the poor are worth.
The open letters I'm not worth anything
neither do people who live inclined
but I am not a slave or gold or silver
in dreams I am rich heritage of race.
Look at that hill is a cemetery
is where the dreams of the poor end
and six feet below is not measured in silver
the earth takes away the rich and the poor.
The one that has a weight that counts a friend
the one who has silver buys them per kilo
He who has no parents is nothing in life
when it is when it is fallen there is no one to bless it.
Look at that hill is a cemetery
is where the dreams of the poor end
and six feet below is not measured in silver
the earth takes away the rich and the poor.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)