This is for my folkers who got bills is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my folkers who never like a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the
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 for the underdog
I raise this for the ones who die meaninglessly And the who get fed intravenously mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case When she breathe, she swear it feels like wrap around her face
Lights turned off and the third month, the rent is late Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you Despair permeates the air then in your ear The play with that one toy they learned how to share
home don't never seem to be a celebration Bills, they piled up on the coffee table they're decorations Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass of water the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel swingin' haymakers at a moving truck You feel laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck You feel like 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 like If this was fiction, it'd be to write this Some folks try to front like they so you They'd tear motherfucker up if they really loved you
This is for my who got bills overdue is for my folkers, um, check, one, two This is for my folkers who never like a hog Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and your defeat taking tupperware to an all you can eat Returning used for new saying you lost your receipt And writing four figure when your accounts deplete
Then all your pile up about a mile up Thinkin' about a you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff Whole family sleepin' on a while you're clippin' coupons Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the
'Crosstown, the is identical getting strangled by the system and its tentacles Misconceptions questions to be solved A lot of are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you out and still be assed out pyramid schemes don't let you cash out They say this generation the harmony pray But rises consistent with the povety rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and pray for a change from the Lord above you They'd tear this motherfucker up if they loved you
This is for my 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 like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this We go to that only let us in two at a time We live in places where it costs to get your cashed Arguments about usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six a week, can't sleep Saturdays though Muscles tremblin' like a when the battery's low And you don't know where the years went Although every long shift feels a year spent
And you can your resume but it wouldn't even mention All the life lessons learned six years of detention Or how you learned the was just some handicappers On the ground next to broken glass and wrappers
Now don't accept my on the phone hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone And we can it up about this messed up system that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them?
It's impossible survivin' on this fraction Sip a 40 to the for the chemical reaction You gotta hustle they're tryin' to push and shove you tear this motherfucker up since 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