Poor Man [Song]

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POOR MAN
By Maestro

I tired, I can't take no more with these people who say we poor
I really want so much to believe who it is we really want to deceive
All around me I see growing industry creating many job opportunities
So much of money passing through we hand
And still we saying thing hard in this land. [The poor man]

The prettiest Banlon jersey you could ever see is on a poor man like me [He say he poor]
You might think he's a top-notch, the way how he drinking scotch
With an expensive gold watch [The poor man]
He wouldn't save a cent and pay he house rent
Tell him wear khaki, he get violent [He say he poor]
In a terylene suit looking so refine
This time he jockey shorts rag up like Parmessar mind.

I know fellahs who work Texaco forty years and resign with their pocket low
Some of them didn't have a chick nor a child
Was only work and get pay and spend money wild
And these are the men who complain 'bout price
When they business was nice, they didn't take advice
Some of them house falling down flat on the ground
But they driving round town in new brand Toyota Crown. [The poor man]

Is Clarks for fifty dollars, rings on all he fingers and RayBan peepers [He say he poor]
Twenty one crimpilene pants, and he ent missing a dance
Wouldn't give restaurant food a chance [The poor man]
Is whe whe and whappie, wild women and song
And if he get a stroke and lie down [He say he poor]
If he wife take a next man, he bawling hard
And boldface enough to cuss she and say she bad.

From the pockets of the poor spender comes the future of the rich vendor
Remember you have the buying power, you are the controller of their dollar
These big businessmen make profits in trade
By the sweat of your brow, their fortunes are made
And with all of that, they pay you no mind
All they give you is an almanac Christmas time. [The poor man]

He spend so much for Christmas, so much money to play mas'
Is you, the poor class [He say he poor]
And these rich men opening store and you wouldn't keep out the door
Is why they rich and you poor! [The poor man]
But if you say you ent buying now and then
Let Barclays and Royal Bank be your friend [He say he poor]
They must fabricate some respect for you and realise that poor people is people too.

Source: The lyrics posted on this blog are often transcribed directly from performances. Although it is my intention to faithfully transcribe I do not get all the words and I have a knack for hearing the wrong thing. Please feel free to correct me or to fill in the words that I miss by dropping me a message via e-mail. I'd be forever grateful. Thanks in advance!
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"Patria est communis omnium parens" - Our native land is the common parent of us all. Keep it beautiful, make it even more so.

Blessed is all of creation
Blessed be my beautiful people
Blessed be the day of our awakening
Blessed is my country
Blessed are her patient hills.

Mweh ka allay!
Guanaguanare