Pink Slip

Marshall at my door
Had to shield the kids
We ain't goin no where
I ain't with the shits
Had to go to court so they don't evict
Just another black man with a pink slip
When you was at the job
I was on the streets
Circling the block
Like what we bout to eat
Did it to myself
Did it to my seed
Squandering my essence
Till it made me weak
Every day a famine
Every night a feast
Shout out to my day ones
Always liked the beat
Thinna said I coulda called if I needed help
Heslop gave me the deposit like I needed bail
All I really needed was to free myself
All I really needed was to see my wealth
That's the type of shit they like to put in quotes
Back when I was broke, I was moving hope



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Writer(s): Omari Harebin
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