Verse 1
Billions pon paper, but the road still crack,
Big ribbon cut, two weeks and the bridge fall back.
Concrete dreams wash away in the rain,
Somebody sign cheque, but the people feel pain.
Luxury mansion pon a hill so tall,
Bought for a “friend” while the hospital wall
Still peeling paint, no light, no bed,
But champagne flowing where the lies are fed.
Suit and tie smile, dem say “progress soon,”
Private jet flying while the city in ruin.
From contract to contract the pocket dem swell,
While the truth get buried in a story dem tell.
Chorus
Tell me, where the money go?
We work so hard but we still so poor.
Dem promise change every four years more,
Same old tune, same closed door.
Where the money go, Jah know?
We plant the seed but dem reap the gold.
One love cry from the ghetto floor:
Justice now—we can’t wait no more.
Verse 2
Tax from the market, tax from the street,
But the ordinary man cyaan even eat.
National cake, but the slice too thin,
By the time it reach we, it done finish again.
Youth dem hungry fi knowledge and light,
But education last on the budget fight.
Broken chalkboard, teacher underpaid,
Future sold cheap, tomorrow delayed.
Scholarship talk but the list stay short,
While the rich kid fly first class to resort.
Dem say “be patient,” dem say “hold strain,”
But patience cyaan feed no hungry brain.
Chorus
So tell me, where the money go?
Mama still cry, papa still broke.
Dem build dem empire stone by stone,
While the people dem sleep with empty hope.
Where the money go, Jah see?
Sunshine rich but the people poor.
One voice rise from the ghetto floor:
Justice now—we can’t wait no more.
Bridge
We no want war, we no want fight,
Just equal share in the nation’s light.
Transparency, make the truth come out,
Let the books talk, no need fi shout.
From the classroom straight to the street,
A country stand when the people eat.
Final Chorus (Lift & Repeat)
Where the money go? Tell me so.
No more lie, no more smoke.
If a leader lead, let the people grow,
Not just the ones in the inner circle close.
Where the money go, Jah know—
Hear the drum and the suffering tone.
One love cry from the ghetto floor:
Justice now—we can’t wait no more.
Outro
History watching every move dem make,
Truth heavy, even when it shake.
Reggae still speak for the voiceless soul—
Till the money serve the people, not control.
