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Harry Brown had the choice of some
Cool ruler with the hits by the pound
He drink a ton but never fell on the ground
His lights were on but no one was in town
They tried to stop him
But he bopped them
And trapped them
And left them
His state of mind never paid no time to the help man
Job man gonna move on
On his own rights, tonight
Help man try his own best but lose the fight
Alright
The boss in town and Harry hit the door
He drove his car like a tank at war
He got lit up you'll get the cop, "What for?"
Policeman said, "You can't disrespect us all"
Until they stopped him
And they popped him
And zapped him
And trapped him
Now Harry has to pay a lawyer to be his help man
Job man gonna move on
Put up a fight, tonight
Help man tried his own best, take away his rights
Alright
They stopped him
And they bopped him
And they zapped him
Then trapped him
His state of mind never paid no time to the help man
Job man gonna move on
Put up a fight, tonight
Help man try his own best, take away his rights
Alright
Job man gonna move on
Put up a fight, tonight
Help man try his own best, take away his rights, hey