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I give a *** about the money they got so when will they stop personifying people were
not I spit that real *** love it or not until im not breathing anymore seeing demons anymore
washing dishes mopping floors just to still be poor work for everything and you still
need more because its never enough whenever we *** for paper its in god that we trust
but theres gotta be escape from the bills humanitys ills because we know that stress
kills and we gotta have humanity still because when grabbing the steal yo somebody gets killed
and damn right that's a sad thing but when it comes down to your or me it aint a damn
thing because I love breathing we know *** come and go and I aint *** leaving. if
you don't give a *** put your hands up high I put my lifetime in between the papers line
I get inner visions like Stevie see me that's why I write the *** I write in my raps. im shooting for the stars
til the sky bleeds coming from a dark place the bright lights are blinding I flow between
life death and timing when all you see is clouds your looking for that silver lining
define my soul with every verse that I drop a curse to these pop rappers thinking feminine
thoughts stop im watching for that treacherous plot never gonna stop because death comes
if your ready or not pop for some sooner than later for sums of lots of paper go numb and
hit the pavement because ive been waiting for changes wake up seeing the same *** industrial
enslavement because that 9 to 5 makes the next man rich work your fingers to the bone
still you don't have *** its tragic how you work yourself to death and when you die you
don't have ***