Downsyde - Lesfortunate lyrics

We won't stop Give an ode to those on the drop Party hip hop on the block we rock Lose your troubles to the soul of the song A getaway filled with mansions and Beemers Platinum change rims and small life cleaners Strugglers and street kids, people with three jobs Just to get by, that's why we write these songs It ain't for pimps, rich kids or conservatives For the family man avoiding the taxman burning 'em This is a spark for the children in the dark When cancer comes and tells 'em you gotta depart I know we can't be the shinings up for most But listen close, I wanna give you some hope Dedicating this to the less fortunate Burn CD's of my sh** if you can't afford it My heart goes out to those born into poverty That's why I say f** those who don't share their monopoly Watching kids starve to d**h You got the power to feed 'em but you eat more success Oooooooo... "It hurts, it hurts so bad" Oooooooo... "oh yeah yeah" Oooooooo... "It hurts, it hurts so bad" Oooooooooooooo... The lesfortunate kid, not afford it to live He's hungary wondering when his world will overfall in He's been living on the street since the age of 16 Sniffing on the chrome and hitting the Toluene When they see him pa** it by, an older pa**es by So didn't even give a sh** or ever wanna know why They say "lock him up! " (lock him up) But I'll tell you all this I make music for these kids, not these yuppy arse pricks His dad kicked him outta home, he's got no mum Didn't even know her bum-b**h(?), he died too young And these politicians often just be topping the competition Not worried about the kids - It's just a business Well this is for you, for the struggling youth When you're hitting rock bottom and there's nothing you can do So to you (so to you), and anyone in life I dedicate this to the people who fell on hard times Third world famine while the rich live extravagent From Kings and Queens, to poor peasants The commoners to the lowest denominator Ruled our lives by evil dictators Developing countries in extreme debt When the IMF gives then takes triple interest Now that's taking more than your share Got too many clothes when children run bare Have a look at your plate, next time you eat Stand up next time you take a seat Think about the ones who lose their sons to wars They don't wanna fight by some countries Preach theifs then ignore laws Draw their guns all amped The Lesfortunate couldn't give a damn Would you be worried if you had nothing to lose Nothing to gain, nothing to prove Fighting for a little pride left in your name If I was frustrated I'd be doing the same Dropping the bomb and be k**ing your fame Oooooooo...