Lyrics:

Fight for the poor
Fight for the poor
Fight for the poor
And I tell dem keep on striving
The key of life is called surviving
Better must come, better must come
Keep striving
The more dem fight, I keep on rising
Better must come, better must come
Yo
I say, my mama was a street side vendor
Poor little papa life, ruffie was a gardener
So the music business I enter
Used to touch the road with Everton Blender
Imagine how sad it felt
No place to sleep, got nothing for yourself
Still I make it with Jah help
I couldn't depend on no one else
So I keep on striving
The key of life is called surviving
Better must come, better must come
Keep striving
The more dem fight, I keep on rising
Better must come, better must come
Yo
No badmind no man fi what dem own
Life anuh bed a rose nor a golden throne
Work fi what you want, no be no rolling stone
It's a dog eat dog world, every dog a look dem bone
I try to make it, dem say no way out
Dutty Rasta nah go find no food fi put inna mi mouth
That's why mi link up Flava pon di route
And him tell me fi got no doubt
So I keep on striving
The key of life is called surviving
Better must come, better must come
Keep striving
The more dem fight, I keep on rising
Better must come, better must come
Woah oh oh, yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah oh oh
Just keep on striving
The key of life is called surviving
Better must come, better must come
Keep striving
The more dem fight, I keep on rising
Better must come, better must come
I say, my mama was a street side vendor
Poor little papa life, ruffie was a gardener
So the music business I enter
Used to touch the road with Everton Blender
Imagine how sad it felt
No place to sleep, got nothing for yourself
Still I make it with Jah help
I couldn't depend on no one else
So I keep on striving
The key of life is called surviving
Better must come, better must come
Keep striving
The more dem fight, I keep on rising
Better must come, better must come
Yo
No badmind no man fi what dem own
Life anuh bed a rose nor a golden throne
Work fi what you want, no be no rolling stone
It's a dog eat dog world, every dog a look dem bone
I try to make it, dem say no way out
Dutty Rasta nah go find no food fi put inna mi mouth
That's why mi link up Flava pon di route
And him tell me fi got no doubt