Gold vs. the Right Things to Do

## Song by Lupe Fiasco

"**Gold vs. the Right Things to Do**" is a song by Lupe Fiasco, released as the 4th track from his album, *Drogas Wave* (2018).

## Lyrics

**Lyrics**
[Intro]

Let me tell you 'bout the 'ting

Come sit 'round the fire

Me tell you where we come from

Me tell you the story

[Verse 1]

Some men wanna live like a banker

Fill up the ship then pull up the anchor

Pay the man dem to come run and take ya

Rassclaat chain in a brainwash nature

Joggin' in y'all clothes to the tailor

Drop leg to di riddim of the maker

Mash up di boat ah di fassyhole sailor

No rain a fall pon a Babylon acre

Zinc fence but me mind is a mansion

Dem a sufferer, we still have a bashment

Him inna cross but im still be a-dancin'

Every ting cook a curry like a champion

In a jam, but the man, him a jammin'

Original, you should come follow fashion

Me already dun seen what the future hold

Nuff gold for the dark hearts and the chasms

So big up your chest

Like a skin teet in a bad man wagon

No fear, me a duppy assassin

Make a wish me a dutchie Aladdin

Wah dem i-sire for dem earthstrong?

Give thanks to the first Gong

Di man word like a bird song

Iya self me a work pon (Fyah!)

Me gon tell ya bout the nation

Gravelicious men in them wicked navigations

Small up the slaves and stuff them in arrangement

We the children of the first generation

[Pre-Chorus]

Fire burn (Atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (Atat tat tat tat)

Real mumma (Atat tat tat tat)

Soon forward (Atat tat tat tat)

Fire burn (Atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (Atat tat tat tat)

Downpressed (Atat tat tat tat)

Jah bless (Atat tat tat tat)

[Chorus]

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you meant to me

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you did to me

When I think about, when I think about (Reparation)

When I think about, when I think about

When I think about, when I think about

When I think about, when I think about (Respect)

[Verse 2]

Man dem a come down from England

And dem wah commerce for your kingdom

Say 'em got nuff Manilla for the yute

And the gal and the man, would you bring some?

Tallawah and bashy, yuh sight me?

Say him don't want the likkle or the feisty

Say him got nuff bickle for the trip

Nah worry 'bout a thing man, everyone irie

Fuckery, mi nah wan' fi do it

And the samfie man wan mi fi trade pickney

For a quattie, baldhead must think me foolish

Me put a cutlass in this nuisance

Bwoi, wake up from your dream

To the smell and the sound and the screams

And the panic of the captain and the crew

Who don't know what to do as the ship comes apart at the seams

Got 'em, ship gets pulled to the bottom

By a group of men and women holdin' ropes with large hooks

On the ends specifically designed for catchin' boats

Crew in disbelief as they choke

The weight of the chains on the slaves

Pullin' down to what they think are they graves

Afraid as they sink from the surface of the sea

'Til a soft voice in the water tells them, "Breathe"

[Pre-Chorus]

Fire burn

Fire burn (Atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (Atat tat tat tat)

Real mama (Tat tat tat tat)

Soon forward (Atat tat tat tat)

Fire burn (Atat tat tat tat)

Babylon (Atat tat tat tat)

Downpressed (Atat tat tat tat)

Jah bless (Tat tat tat tat)

[Chorus]

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you meant to me

All I got is gold, golden memories

When I think about what you did to me