Lyrics:

Working poor; Their mind is on vacation
That man he cracked that whip And beat you down

Well I keep on knocking
I keep on knocking but I can't get in

I feel like it's over; Him clean my city, me sell my soul
Him evil genius; turned working people into the working poor

Sip fancy coffees; Step-over body Outside he door
Him fancy condo; He she call PO PO, me sing too loud

Me move to Stockton; Him fed him monster, I can't live here no more
Sip holy water; Turned working people Into the working poor