This is for my who got bills overdue is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my folkers who never lived a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got bills is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my who never lived like a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got for the underdog
I this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly And the who get fed intravenously Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap her face
turned off and it's the third month, the rent is late Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you Despair permeates the air then sets in ear The kids play with one toy they learned how to share
Coming don't never seem to be a celebration Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass of water Makes the hunger subside, the real food for your daughter
You feel like haymakers at a moving truck You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a You like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop You feel like crying but you think that you never stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints arthritis If this was fiction, be easier to write this Some folks try to front like they so you They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really you
is for my folkers who got bills overdue is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my folkers who lived like a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the
There's certain tricks of the to try and hault your defeat taking tupperware to an all you can eat Returning used shit for new saying you lost your And writing four figure when your accounts deplete
Then all your problems pile up a mile up Thinkin' about a partner you can dial up to help you out this stuff Whole family on a futon while you're clippin' coupons Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the
'Crosstown, the situation is Somebody's strangled by the system and its tentacles Misconceptions raise to be solved A lot of are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 an hour till you pass out and still be assed out Most pyramid don't let you cash out They say this generation makes the harmony But crime consistent with the povety rate
You take the workers and jobs, gonna have murders and mobs A gang of preachers screamin' over murmurs and sobs Saying for a change from the Lord above you They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really you
is for my folkers who got bills overdue is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my who never lived like a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the
You this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme We go to that only let us in two at a time We in places where it costs to get your check cashed Arguments about money usually drown out the tec
six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though Muscles tremblin' like a when the battery's low And you just know where the years went Although every long shift feels a year spent
And you can write your resume but it wouldn't mention All the life learned doing six years of detention Or how you learned the police was just handicappers On the ground next to broken and candy wrappers
Now don't my collects on the phone Just hit me at the house so I know I alone And we can chop it up this messed up system that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them?
It's almost survivin' on this fraction Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical You gotta hustle 'cause they're to push and shove you I'll tear this motherfucker up I really love you
This is for my folkers who got overdue is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my folkers who never lived a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the