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 love for the
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 for the underdog
I raise this for the ones who die meaninglessly And the newborns who get fed Somebody's mom a job and a welfare fraud case When she breathe, she swear it feels plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is Thoughts of being homeless, till you hyperventilate Despair permeates the air then in your ear The kids play with that one toy learned how to share
Coming home never seem to be a celebration Bills, they up on the coffee table like they're decorations Big ol' spoons of butter, big ass glass of water the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
You feel like swingin' at a moving truck You feel like laughing so it like you don't give a fuck You like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop You feel like crying but you think that you might never
Homes with no heat stiffen your like arthritis If was fiction, it'd be easier to write this Some try to front like they so above you They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really you
This is for my 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 for the underdog
There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault defeat Like tupperware to an all you can eat Returning used shit for new saying you lost receipt And writing figure checks when your accounts deplete
Then all problems pile up about a mile up Thinkin' about a partner you can up to help you out this foul stuff Whole family sleepin' on a futon you're clippin' coupons Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the
'Crosstown, the is identical Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its Misconceptions raise to be solved A lot of are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs
You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and be assed out Most schemes don't let you cash out They say this makes the harmony pray But crime rises consistent the povety rate
You take the and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over and sobs Saying pray for a change from the above you They'd tear motherfucker up if they really loved you
This is for my folkers who got bills 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
You like this song it relates, it's you in this rhyme We go to stores only let us in two at a time We live in where it costs to get your check cashed Arguments money usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six a week, can't sleep Saturdays though Muscles tremblin' like a pager the battery's low And you just don't know where the years Although every long shift feels a year spent
And you can write resume but it wouldn't even 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 accept my collects on the hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone And we can chop it up about this messed up Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna them?
It's almost impossible on this fraction Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical You gotta 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you I'll tear motherfucker up since I really love you
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