Money Cry - Tarrus Riley

Let me tell yuh bout di powers of dem dirty dollar bills

Haffi have a trade my youth, yuh haffi have a skill

Struggle and wi hustle wuk, wi muscle until

Manifest mi dreams and build mi house up pon di hill

Dem teach yo vanity, corrupt and pollute yo soul

And still di golden rule is who gots di gold

Dem give unuh di book and tek out di pages

The half have never being told

Rab Africa wealth and a black man blind fool

Money cry

Money cry

Dem perpetrate and rab and rape

And think seh that dem cleaver

When dem dead and buried somebody else a reap di treasure

Eye witness a dollar meck another brother blood spill

And run like di Mississippi river

Like pirates they have no soul

And dem wi kill fi gold