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By Dele M.B.I.Singz
Lyrics
Intro
Hmm
Yeah baby
It is your boy
Dele on the beat
Chorus
They sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
They sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
The criminal is king and he wears a stolen crown
Yes the criminal is king while the walls are falling down
And the men in black are carting people away
Like they are just stolen goods
I say they sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
Yes they sit upon the gold while the herdsmen collected ransom
And hungry people cry
Verse 1
Motorcade driving fast through the lane
Counting stacks of the green while spirits erode
Empty desks in the school
Where the ceiling is getting thin
The high chair holds a man with a darkness
We seek the shepherd but he hides away
The bandit takes the road and leaves us all to fate
Pre-Chorus
They promised us light
They gave us the night
Militia in the clearing
All the people fearing
Broken promises piled high
Up towards the burning sky
Chorus
They sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
They sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
The criminal is king and he wears a stolen crown
Yes the criminal is king while the walls are falling down
I say they sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
Yes they sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
Verse 2
Black ink on the budget fades away
The robbery is constant from the coast
Clueless at the wheel
While the engine begins to smoke
The militia finds a weapon now
The farmer finds a heavy yoke to carry
Corruption is the language spoken in the halls
They fill their greedy pockets while the children wait
Pre-Chorus
They promised us light
They gave us the night
Militia in the clearing
All the people fearing
Broken promises piled high
Up towards the burning sky
Chorus
They sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
They sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
The criminal is king and he wears a stolen crown
Yes the criminal is king while the walls are falling down
I say they sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
Yes they sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
Bridge
Bandits in the North
Shadows coming forth
Stolen life
Strife
Empty pot
Common lot
The throne is a cage for the poor man today
The king doesn't care if we all wither away
Chorus
They sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
They sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
The criminal is king and he wears a stolen crown
Yes the criminal is king while the walls are falling down
I say they sit upon the gold while the market stalls are dry
Yes they sit upon the gold while the hungry people cry
Outro
Hmm
Yeah
It is your boy
Singing it plain
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