Food On Plate

Bang, what's that sound
Everybody run when the shots ring out
Oh, that's not right

Ay,  that's okay

We're strugglin' just to try to
Make these ends meet
Job juggling, Lord hear my cry
I'm wonderin' why the TV turned my people
Ride for the money, die for the money
For a little food on my plate
Give us freedom for all our families
Give us freedom peace and harmony
That's the reason we struggle everyday
For our freedom
And a little food on our plate
And we ride for the money, die for the money
For a little food on our plate
And we ride for the money, die for the money
And a little food on our plate, hey