Testo di Rich Young Ruler

Poverty is so hard to see When it's only on your tv and twenty miles across town Where we're all living so good That we moved out of Jesus' neighborhood Where he's hungry and not feeling so good From going through our trash He says, more than just your cash and coin I want your time, I want your voice I want the things you just can't give me So what must we do Here in the west we want to follow you We speak the language and we keep all the rules Even a few we made up Come on and follow me But sell your house, sell your suv Sell your stocks, sell your security And give it to the poor What is this, hey what's the deal I don't sleep around and i don't steal I want the things you just can't give me Because what you do to the least of these My brother's, you have done it to me Because I want the things you just can't give me