Lyrics

Some trade people
Some trade oil
Some trade time
Who trades nothin’
We all do, we all do, we all do, we all do
Where the saints came marching in
Not much left but poverty
In the name of
Progress, progress, progress progress progress
Love, I don’t want no hatin’
But these things are so frustrating
Black blood we’re still living off
Many a foundation is a stolen one
Some buy fur coats
Some buy guns
Some buy a spring - who buys none
We all do, we all do, we all do, we all do
Bulldozer erased a whole slum
Skyscrapers stand proud
We call it progress, progress, progress
Love, I don’t want no hatin’
But these things are so frustrating
Black blood we’re still living off
Many a foundation is a stolen one
Co co colonial love
Where does all our wealth come from
Co co colonial love
Nothing, no nothing to be proud of
Co co colonial love
My street’s a mirror, so heaven’s on earth
Love, I don’t want no hatin’
But these things are so frustrating
Black blood we’re still living off
Many a foundation is a stolen one
Written by: Dino Brandão
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