My soul is drowning deep
and I can’t get no more sleep
‘Cause all this hurt and pain that I see on the streets
Got me wondering what the human race thinks
We can see money and power
Being made every minute and hour
Well the poor man is left on the concrete to suffer
I guess it’s true when they say money is power
And sometimes it makes me wonder what’s going on upstairs
Or do we have the chosen ones that will find the way up there?
Straight from birth they know they'll get there
Well, my soul is drowning deep
and I can’t get no more sleep
