Themba Ntaka - John Payne Band lyrics

[Verse 1: Themba Ntaka] Tea in my gla** And if I put my ear to it I can hear the sea like my name's Santiago Places that I go for reef The type of fish that won't end up within the walls of the skiff Skip rocks in the fountain of youth Millionaire man coming back to the blizzock Only to find out the place he climbed out is not What he expected Left like a trash man to pick up the pieces Looks at the homeless men Looks at polices Then looks at children Looks at the sky Asks for forgiveness Then weeps at the gangsters who pop pills and pillage Mile-high buildings that overlook the dirt Ashamed like being poor to tell where he works White-collar crooks, Blue-collar hands Scholar's books As we take our daily bread Amen