[Chorus: x2]

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



[Verse 1: Dazastah]

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 shit if you can't afford it

My heart goes out to those born into poverty

That's why I say fuck those who don't share their monopoly

Watching kids starve to death

You got the power to feed 'em but you eat more success



[Hook:]

Oooooooo... "It hurts, it hurts so bad"

Oooooooo... "oh yeah yeah"

Oooooooo... "It hurts, it hurts so bad"

Oooooooooooooo...



[Chorus x2]



[Verse 2: Optamus]

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 pass it by, an older passes by

So didn't even give a shit 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-bitch(?), 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



[Turntabalism/Scratches: DJ Armee]



[Verse 3: Shahbaz]

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 killing your fame



Oooooooo...



[Chorus x2]