Ghetts - Story of the Pauper lyrics

People are being made redundant
So my family and friends are amongst them
And everybody's family depends on
The lump sum some ain't gonna see a salary
When the month's done
How are you gonna tell a kid
They ain't got to rob?
When the only role model he
Has just lost his job
Unemployed without another choice
Setting down the same path he tried
To make his son avoid
And job seekers, allowance ain't for everyone
We've grown, there's no power in a pellet gun
You're trying to tell a nigga
That's a bread winner
Forget dinner and he'll do
Things he's never done
It's the story of the pauper
The rich get richer and the poor get poorer
But don't get me wrong
Three out of ten will cross the border
And be out the ends but
Still it weren't a shortcut
I understand what it took to do that
How my Naomi Campbell had to look to do that
What Levi Roots had to cook to do that
What kind of weight does top shotters
Have to push to do that
What kind of singer does had to
Get on the to do that
And when you're trying to push out
Of the same place you come from
Everybody has a go and pulling you back
So, it's bulletproof this and
It's bulletproof that
I don't expect those from outside
The slums to understand this
How you gonna relate? Your mum and dad's rich
Welcome to my ends, it's gully
And none of us are
Getting no inheritance money
What's your life like around there? Sway
I bet everything's honey
Yeah, yeah but you'll crop problems
But I bet yours has never been the money
Wait, I don't know you
So I shouldn't pass judgement
Vice versa but sometimes assets
Can define a person
And you ain't gotta tell me that you're rich
Because I know you are, your life is perfect
Is that why you turn your
Nose up at the lower-class?
Or is your life is just as
Fucked as mine behind curtains?
But you don't wanna show it
Because you got a names to uphold, I know
But when you come home, you unload
And chuck loads of stress
Staring in the mirror like
"I'm so depressed" and now you wanna to jet
Yeah, I get it yeah, I get it
Because I feel like that
Six out of seven days and that's why a nigga
Be addicted to lemonades
At least some man are spitting
The system this Devil made
The government have got
The nation brainwashed
A close friend of mine
Just left the Caribbean when he got here
He said he should've stayed in Barbados
I could explain but I'd rather let
You read between the lines
Yo, hold on, he switched your brain up
You couldn't even read the signs
Where's his brain gone? What can I say, dog?
The truth lays beneath the lies
But it's like I'm trying to lead the blinds
And they would rather remain lost
Forever in the rap race
Life ain't getting no better and it's facts
Mate
So I'm lighting up the lemon on a bad day
And as I let the zoot settle in my ash tray
I'm thinking of all the
Terrible things man made
Things that caused this inevitable rampage
I'm hoping I ain't got
Vegetables for a fanbase