Artist: Cappadonna
Album:  n/a
Song:   Da Poor
Typed by Davida.b.

[Intro: Cappadonna]
Poor people rise up, open your eyes up
I see you like an enemy U-Haul truck
My cut runeth over, for real

[Cappadonna]
America forever owes it, my heart is high voltage
The pain is flowwing through me like rollar costers
Who provoked this? What kind of man
Wanna destroy the land where I stand?
I'm trying to save the children, fulfilling the plan
God be my fortress, my infantry
Watch me, I'm on that long yellow brick road like Dorothy
Toto was the dodo that be following me
These streets swallowing me
Lockin me up, throw away the key
I'm feelin like a ???, the beast actin all outerorderly
One brotha's eyes got watery
They tried to corner me
They tried to tie me up
Ayo the beast wanna fry me up
Landmars erupt, poverty keep a good man stuck
No place to go, love is getting low
Starvation, starting to fight, it gets dark at night
But when the morning comes, then you see the light

[Chorus X2: Cappadonna]
This is for the rich, this is for the poor
This is for everyone tryin to get a lil bit more money
So everyday can be nice and sunny sunny

[Cappadonna]
It's a battle for your rights, and you can't run
And you sayin to yourself how you came done
So you pop a lil X, everything is lookin like sex
You lil head focused on them ill objects
Your head starting to sweat
You go to Manhatten and you see jets
Compilation make people upset
Fowl itellect make you wanna carry the tec
I pray for the projects, my love could be scared next
It's a hard bet, put it down with precaution
This world ain't the one to be lost in
No togetherness, pals divorcing
Still forcing love into the music
Forces that go up against me is abusive
The truth is all of my troops wanna live
And have kids, survive in these wars and bids
Crossin over the poisen bridge
To the point where joy has risks
On a whole nother level
Far from the likes of the devil, far from the likes of the devil

[Chorus]

[Cappadonna]
I pray lord, have mercy onto me, seven days a week
I'm in the brick trenches where the brothas don't speak
Walk with us father, guide or feet, teach us how to eat
Show us where the fruits are sweet
Somebodies child called their father a deadbeat
We eat dead meat, thirsty for salad, lookin for tha palace
Gasping for air, holding the Lord's challice
We feel malice in our hearts
The heat is on us like Dallas in the park
Dogs bark, the million man march
Countless degrees, money for darts
The gat sparks, life is lighten like narcs
You got crags in your clocks
Your man watchin out for sharks
We in the pyramid, reading the marks
Boycotting your mind like Rosa Parks
Holdin hands in the rain like we building the ark
Might have to sell drugs if the music ain't sharp
Might have to sell drugs if my messages ain't sharp

[Chorus X4]