Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
You will never see me by the street side begging bread
Stop laughing with a roof over my head
Just give four cups, grab a tie, it's a head
It's a power of song, girl
They are cursive, like they don't really know me
The people they love, they would have shown me
But as the days go by
Many times they joined the mission for me to fall
Oh Jah