Though I be poor, I'm honest.

'T would make one scratch where It does not itch, to see fools live poor to die rich

And wherever I went was my poor dog Tray.

Do you really think, had this been a rich, lily-white suburban area, instead of one mostly poor and black, that got hit, the administration would have waited five days to get food or water to those people? When the hurricane hit in Florida, Bush made sure those people got those supplies the next day.

Ground not upon dreams; you know they are ever contrary.

There's no hate lost between us.