Poverty is an obstacle
And compels the humble to rebel
In a world where the weak
Finds it difficult to excel
Crime seem an alluring escape
In the crumbling world of the poor
Where rejection is a reason
To be angry even more
The oppressed are now annoyed
And the annoyed are becoming violent
While the rich stays insincere
And deny their involvement
They've caged me in a world of weakness
To make themselves look strong
Took my away my right
So that I will look so wrong
They control the wealth
And corrupt my world with war
Now they pretend to be
The brighter of the stars
They've destroyed my pride
So now I feel unworthy
Destroyed my faith
So I will think ungodly
Held me in needs
So I may conflict with my brother
Divided my army
So I may seem a foolish soldier.