The Voice of the Poor

We were not born to a throne, But we ain't poor people zone, With God we won't walk alone, Taught by the village and street, We are to surrender any retreat, We ain't rich but we don't cheat. Been waiting for the fateful day, Because I know it's not far away, As we all wait, for now we just say, One day I will take mother to Rome, Take her out of the streets we roam, By moving her into a beautiful home. They have always treated us as fools, For not attending the national schools, But we won't accept to be their snools, Coz we are Lord's chosen generation, We will never give in to their oppression, Coz being successful is our main mission.