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Scraping up them pennies
you never get up your desperate Scrapping nails on the cement bloody as fuck and you felt it
05. Take The Rich Off Welfare
Summer in the neighborhood hot as fuck babies crying moms screaming
boys posted pregnant teens sweltering ...stuck
Attitude hollering from the car young nuts trying act harder than they are
got another bill in the mail and i ain’t gonna open it pretend it don’t exist
just keep smoking it
yeah one more spliff
blame mama for everything cause papa dipped
he was raw with his fists but i’ve moved past it
bury that hatchet
staring straight in the face of all my bad habits
Front back side to side faded as fuck
feelin kinda slow
say it like you mean it letting them know
every corner that you turn there’s another wall
bang that head
flip that brick
hard times stay here
put in the face make it stick show that face fix that face
throw it up when u
hear that bass
they want us to
shut up and stay in our place march to our death
catch a case catch a habit
we just searching for freedom do anything for it
no more we avoid that
tick tick tock
young, poor and angry
old, poor and hungry
broke out of my mind
fuck you pay me
who police the police
who keeping that peace
If jesus don’t save us
where will we be?
home of the maize
home of the brave
home of the cage
home of the lockdown
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Do you take section 8
use that W.I.C.all the
whispers bad looks she get that social stigma so
mama held her head low
in guilt and shame
but welfare for rich and corporate
no shame in their game
they steal shit
head up high
on that 6th vacation this year that last house it;s just a spare keep their money on an island never put in the pot
Just one of the ways
they stay on top
siphoning
they take what they like shitting on your life
but if we don’t pay
we take it in the rear
lets be clear
take the rich off welfare
flip that shit, all their laws keep us hungry and scared
the state (system) is a criminal they keep it subliminal
while my boys doing 20 to life but thats obvious, hypocritical He’s [laying them averages odds against ya
feeling like a schmuck
or soft polenta
foster house aint no home social worker creeping round man fuck who sent ya
He’s staying here till he gets his feet on the ground
staying on the couch
till he gets on his feet
he say jail was easier than these streets
at least you can eat
and get a roof
harsh reality
we ain’t bulletproof
feeling like theres no use staying in that 90 proof
2nd strike no way out
Home of the maize Home of the brave Home of the cage Home of the lockdown
Scrapping up them pennies never get up desperate Scrapping nails on the cement bloody as fuck and you felt it That’s why we shout
don’t give a fuck
cause caring
sometimes hurt to much when everything fucked not caring is the key
go cold, bury it deep
but i don’t want to be
always wanted more
than stepping over casualties call me that T.T. socrates trashy philosher
talking about all these
tragedies and miseries questioning our whole life and where we outta be this ain’t it
Honey badger when they talk that ball sack shit
round here we grow up quick say goodbye
to your innocence and get in this If it wasn’t for grandma
where the fuck would you be
If it wasn’t for grandma
where the fuck would you be still wiping all that
snot on your sleeve.