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
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
I this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly And the who get fed intravenously Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare case When she breathe, she swear it feels like wrap around her face
Lights off and it's the third month, the rent is late of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate Despair the air then sets in your ear The kids play with that one toy learned how to share
home don't never seem to be a celebration Bills, they piled up on the table like they're decorations Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your
You feel like swingin' haymakers at a truck You feel like laughing so it seems like you give a fuck You like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop You feel like crying but you think that you might stop
Homes with no heat stiffen your joints arthritis If this was fiction, it'd be to write this Some folks try to front like they so you They'd tear this 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 who never lived 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 Like tupperware to an all you can eat used shit for new saying you lost your receipt And writing four figure checks when accounts deplete
Then all your pile up about a mile up Thinkin' about a partner you can up to help you out this foul stuff family sleepin' on a futon while you're clippin' coupons Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the
'Crosstown, the is identical Somebody's getting by the system and its tentacles raise questions to be solved A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of homeless got
You can 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out Most pyramid don't let you cash out They say generation makes the harmony pray But crime rises with the povety rate
You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and A of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs Saying pray for a change the Lord above you tear this 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 lived 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 stores that let us in two at a time We live in places where it costs to get your check Arguments about usually drown out the tec blasts
Work six a week, can't sleep Saturdays though Muscles like a pager when the battery's low And you just don't where the years went Although long shift feels like a year spent
And you can your resume but it wouldn't even mention All the life lessons learned doing six years of Or how you learned the police was just handicappers On the ground next to glass 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 about this messed up Homies been killed, how we always gonna miss them?
It's almost survivin' on this fraction Sip a 40 to the brain for the reaction You gotta 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you I'll tear this motherfucker up I really love 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 for the underdog