poverty is not my cousin, br is not my lover, br is not my preacher, br poverty is not my brother. br br poverty is not my prayer, br or the song that i sing br is not my answer br poverty is not my dream. br br poverty is not my teacher, br not the hand that i hold. br poverty is not my anger, br not my spirit, not my soul. br br ah! but this poverty is real br it races thru my mind br crashes into my heart, br & leaves me deaf and blind. br br poverty is my companion. br the aching cold inside my hollow. br the blow behind my eyes, br poverty is the shadow br inside my shadow.