Lupe Fiasco - Gold vs. The Right Things to Do lyrics

[Intro] Let me tell you 'bout the 'ting Come sit 'round the fire Me tell you where we come from Me tell you the story [Verse 1] Some men wanna live like a banker Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor Pay the man, dem to come run and take ya Raas clot chain in a brain wash nature Joggin' in y'all clothes to the tailor Drop leg to the rhythm of the maker Mash up the bowl to the fa**yhole sailor No rain'll fall 'pon Babylon acre Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion They must suffer, I will still have a bashment Hit me with a cross but I'm still here dancin' Everything cook a curry like a champion In a jam, but the man, him a jammin' Original you should come follow fashion Me already don' seen what the future hold Enough gold for the dark arts and the chasms So big up your chest, like a skin teet in a bad man wagon No fear me a duppy a**a**in Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin What them eyes desire for the earth strong Give thanks to the first gong Demand word like a bird song Iya self me a work pon Me gon tell ya bout the nation Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations Small up the slaves and stuff them in arrangement We the children of the first generation [Pre-Chorus] Fire burn (atat tat tat tat) Babylon (atat tat tat tat) Real mama (tat tat tat tat) Soon forward (atat tat tat tat) Fire burn (atat tat tat tat) Babylon (atat tat tat tat) Downpressed (atat tat tat tat) Jah bless (tat tat tat tat) [Chorus] All I got is gold, golden memories When I think about what you mean to me All I got is gold, golden memories When I think about what you did to me When I think about When I think about When I think about When I think about When I think about Respect [Verse 2] Man dem come down from England Anyone comes for your kingdom Say 'em got enough Manilla for the yout' and the gal and the man would you bring some? Tell 'em why you embark, sit beside me Say him don't want the likkle or the feisty Say him got enough liquor for the trip Nah worry about a thing now everyone irie f**ery, mi nah wan' fi do it And the samfie man wan mi fi trade pickney For a quart, the baldhead must think me foolish Let me put a cutla** in this nuisance Why when only in a dream To the smell and the sound and the screams And the panic of a captain and a crew that don't know what to do once a ship comes apart at the seams Got 'em ship gets pulled to the bottom By a group of men and women holdin' ropes With large hooks on the ends specifically designed for catchin' boats Crew in disbelief as they choke The weight of the chains on the slaves Pullin' down on what they think are they graves Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea 'til a soft voice in the water tells them: "breathe" [Pre-Chorus] Fire burn Fire burn (atat tat tat tat) Babylon (atat tat tat tat) Real mama (tat tat tat tat) Some follow (atat tat tat tat) Fire burn (atat tat tat tat) Babylon (atat tat tat tat) Damn Prius (atat tat tat tat) Your bliss (tat tat tat tat) [Chorus] All I got is gold, golden memories When I think about what you mean to me All I got is gold, golden memories When I think about what you did to me