Barrington Levy - Poor Man Style
To make living for my wife and my child
But every time I open the shop
It's always break down
My granny eat it out
My momma eat it out
Due to the sufferation
I've got make life some other way
My granny is crying
My brother is crying
That's the poor man style
That's the poor man life
That's the poor man style
Poor man style
Hear me brother
Sit down in my home
I roast a breadfruit
I hear the news flash, said them kill two youth
That's the poor man style
That's the poor man style
Couldn't get no sugar
But Jah Jah give me power
That's the poor man style
Couldn't get no flour
But Jah Jah give me power
Oh, Jah poor man style
Couldn't get no oil
Me haffi walk couple miles
That's the poor man style
Couldn't get no sugar
What a great booga wooga
It's the poor man style, oh, oh why
Whoa, oh, oh, that's the poor man style
But Jah gonna open a way for we
No man don't get too hungry
Every man got the time
No matter what the price is
Matter what the cost
We got to make it
No matter what they say
We've gotta make it today
No matter what they say
We've got to make it
Sit down in my home
Me a roast a breadfruit
I hear the news flash, said them kill
Them killas, said them killas
Said them kill two youths, oh Jah
Take a little peek through my fence
See them lying down
It's, it's the poor man style
Oh no, oh no
Couldn't get no sugar
What a great booga wooga
In the poor man style
Couldn't get no flour
But Jah Jah give me power
In the poor man style
Couldn't get no oil
Me have to walk couple miles
In the poor man style
Girl want the shoes in the poor man style
Jah know,
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