Everyman; who expresses his struggle within the pervasive,
geo-political, racial, ethnic and class warfare permeating our communities; and speaks on how he is personally
affected and shaped by impending and colliding societal conflict.
Through it all, he survives with his dignity intact. A defiant warrior, stroking his righteous indignation and his intention to prevail, even giving hints of rebellion.
His is a warning to the ruling classes, a sign of the tempest to come.
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
1 - Poverty Sucks Sample
2 - Song Notes
By S.B. Juhudah
Well ah'm broke... broker den a broke dick dog
An ah'm hongrey... haben't bin greased so long
Dat ah'm starving lak Marvin... lak ta be scarfin
Some chicken an greens... in da well a ma dreams
Ah bin runnin roun looking lak a dey ole bone
Ah'd lak to crash... but ah ain't got no home
Ah bin sleepin on da grown
LORD ah'm feelin down
Ah'd lak ta laugh... but lately all ah do is frown
Ya know once upon a time ...ah wuz livin large
Ah had it soft...ah didn't push too hard
Ah had plenty of money... life wuz so sunny
Had plenty of friends...thought dat it wouldn't end
But den Reaganomics came an kicked my ass
Ah took a fall...look lak ah fell so fast
Lost mah J.O.B... an ah lost mah home
Now ya see me very much alone... ah'm tellin ya
It doesn't take a genius or... a super brain to
Dat de economy is goin down da drain
Whether we lak it or not were goin ta pot
Poor people get a liddle an da rich a lot
While da very cost a livins in da high octane
The rulin classes are reactin lak dey goin insane
Makin plans to attack...all Latinos an Blacks
While da poor are persecuted for da things dey lak
Ya know dey got a notion
Dat dey king a da ocean
An every single move dey make
Will put da world in motion
Ah gots ta bust dey bubble
Dey gonna be some trouble
If dey don't change dey attidude
Dey gonna get it double
Dere's not much toleration
Survivin in da nation
Our leader's got an odor
Dat invites regurgitation
It goes against da grain
Da system is insane
Ah gots ta tell it all
An make it plain
Ah'm tellin ya
Ah wanna work...but dey ain't no job for me
Ah needs a home..tired a dis poverty
You people think we lak welfare
Sucka jus don't care
You runnin from me
Lak ahm da enemy
But all ah wanna do...is hold mah head up high
An be a man...an wave da streets bye bye
An give mah ass ta kiss...to da trickle down blues
You will prob'ley see it ohn da news
Ah'm tellin ya
Words and Music by
Produced by The Funky 3 -