Hungry - Fantan Mojah

Bless di ghetto yute dem through stress and pain

Nuh matta how it tough and hard out there

My people cry

Tell dem momma hungry poppa hungry

Bredda hungry sista hungry

Do someting for di poor

Open up di door

Da one ya name

One million miles away hey hey

Babylon have ma people a stray hey hey

Work dem night and day ay

And dont give dem nuh pay ay

So ma people rise

And give wicked man a surprise

And bun dem in front a dem eyes

Caah they treat poor people like flies heyie

Tell dem seh minimum wage wi naw work off a dat

Poor people waah more food inna dem pot

Inna di ghetto yow mi si a nedda yute drop

A wha tek some solja and cop

Yow mi hear brum brakka brak and mi guh ask a wha dat

Mi hear pon di shout a miss hina son drop

A wha dis fada dem naw hold dem orda

Ghetto yutes fi cross di borda

Bless di ghetto yute dem through stress and pain

Nuh matta how it tough and hard out there

My people cry

Dont turn yuh back pon di farma man

Who plant cassava and farm di lan

Treat good di nurse and teacha dem

Why nuh focus and feature dem

Oohiee

Ma people cry