Story Behind The Song

Prescient commentary on the concentration of wealth with too few people.

Song Description

Working hard and society not honoring the social contract.

Lyrics

I get up in the morning and I go downtown
Do my job and I don't bring down
Nose to the grindstone till I get back home
Doing what I have to do
I tell my boy go to school
Sure to follow Jah's golden rule
Don't be no punk-ass stupid fool
And you'll get what's coming to you
This they swear is true

Broken promises
Broken promises
Broken promises
Lies they tell to keep ya you down

Now my wife, she work all day
Work real hard for not much pay
But money for a home we try to save
Hoping that the dream is true
Now it's all becoming clear
Rich man's words are insincere
Just to keep me working for a little beer
All my struggles in vain
He don't even know my name

Maybe not now, maybe next year
Riots in the street everywhere
People gonna die for a piece of nowhere
What a wasted life it's been
Oh what a horrible sin
Just like the Native American
promises made to be broken
Everything promised, didn't mean a thing
When the money comes into view
This I swear is true