Mecca's 15 years old been excluded from school
They said you ain't no good at maths but he ain't nobody's
fool
He's got a pound of yey- o and a bit of bicarb
With his mama's microwave he's putting food in the yard
He ain't no down he ain't no out
The papers they scream and the neighbours they howl
But It ain't Mecca's fault that everybody wants to get down
He's only making a living
That ain't no easy decision
Shake your money maker I'll shake my sugarman down
Frankie Jones is 52 and his wife needs an operation
But he ain't in no position to raise money for no straight
situation
So he slips a pound of brown in a consignment of honey
His customs connection will do anything for the money
And the papers they complain about all the drugs in the town
While proprietors they licence the liquor don't licence the
brown
You can holler you can shout
No point blaming Frankie Jones
