Hey Yow Yallo

Poor People I've see no improvement

Over the years with these guys and their movement

Hey yow, yallo

Over the years

Poor people cry tears

And... leave in despair.

The leaders of this country are too unfair

Rod the country of it's birthright and wi fair share

The world belong to the meek every acre and square

You hear



Swell



Chorus:

Reggae Starz and Reggae Boyz bring wi joy,

Fire wi a burn pan politician boys,

Divide and rule and leave us unemployed

To watch the poor suffer that is what them enjoy.

Swell

Reggae Starz and Reggae Boyz bring wi joy,

Fire wi a light pan politician boys,

Divide and rule and leave us unemployed

A nuff youth future them boy deh destroy



Verse 1:

And left wi inna despair,

The leader of this country are too unfair,

Rob the country of it's birth right and wi fair share,

Overlook wi troubles act as if they don't care,

Ignore wi cries like them caa hear.

Frighten fi hear them a invest inna nuclear,

Inflation make cost of living get so dare,

The earth belong to the meek every acre and square,

Future of this country ain't getting nowhere,

Show the mis-leaders that we are getting somewhere.

Mount Zion high, the Lord will be there,

Reggae Boyz a steer,

Reggae Starz a draw gear,

Fi the Giddeon I hope them boys yah prepare,

Them judgment naa share...swell



Chorus



Verse 2:

Them a opportunist,

Check Dwane Gordon and mi check Andrew Clunist,

Them hear the song yah and sey "is a hit tune this",

Them lock off the dance two o clock fi stop the music,

Them should a know a poor people gold spoon this.

Them no know wi culture cause them only assume it

Internationally, nuff people consume it,

That's why Shabba and Shaggy sell how much units,

Won how much Grammy and that still nuh prove it.

From My Xperience when I start fuse it,

With American rappers and them music.

Bun Pope Paul, them a sey mi confuse it,

Stop a Italy, Italian them groove it,

Stop a Germany and the Germans a choose it,

Stop down a Japan and every wey mi go them choose it,

How mi fi lose it ... when