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