Choices

Duration

3:44

Genres

Reggae

Description

Lyrics

CHOICES CHORUS: My mother raised her to have two choices Work her mind, or work her back! Digging ditches, you'll hear the voices, “Shovel's the devil. No Merci, no slack.” VERSE1: Do you know someone who has hit rock bottom? Can't buy groceries or even go shopping. Give them help and make them shine. Help them through the check out line. If they hurt you by taking what you share, To go to the salon, to get some pretty hair Or on their wrist they wear a watch by gucci You have the right to call them moochie. CHORUS: VERSE2: In life hindsight is twenty, twenty. Now they're working hard for a little money. Don't shun them, for not having much. Help them if they're down on their luck now Lend a hand you will feel good inside. If they have a heart they will thank you with pride. If they can make it but yet they fake it, The life they live is not gonna be too legit. CHORUS: VERSE3: Sometimes it's hard to move ahead further. Let's put an end to all of this drama. Just refuse to abuse the system Don't be a victim of the LAZY syndrome. Have low wage, feel there's no hope. Trying real hard but can’t seem to cope. Lots of us are in this money prison. Get paroled by my mother's wisdom. Some say they're poor but yet they have a lot. Others have to cook in a single pot. In their cupboards they have rice & potato. In their fridge, bread, milk, tomato To share you don't need to have any courage! Just remember greed is a real savage. So don't take advantage of a friend. Someday you may just need them again. CHORUS: x1