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you're making a point by sticking to the subject
you're driving it home the bases are loaded
steal a run, while I slide on the other teams cheating
that's what I'm tweeting hash tag, body bag
found a bloody rag in a garbage can
I guess the trash man cut his hand, on a rusty can
this land is my land my names on the deed
I stake my claim on it walk across my grass
I don't want to have, to weed wack your greenbacks
so lean back "I WISH YOU WOULD" this not your hood
you need a pass the struggles real I have to foot the bill
to kick up my heels kick up dust, make a fuss
much too polite to even cuss so spit the nastiest phlegm
neon yellow, like a sun colored with crayon I'm on the go
hit the brakes why, no why slowdown
like a gopher, moving underground
ready to go where's my chauffeur get rich, why suffer
it's standing room only int the gutter
too many people sleeping on the streets
hunger motivates my feet my empty stomach hates me
it don't grumble, it complains I refrain from the lame
losers and boozers always complain passing blame
get up help yourself don't try to think it over
you might hurt yourself on the thought alone
