No Name
Zulu gang
Try the 9 to 5
But it didnt work out
Bottle after bottle facing blunts
Am at my worse now
Used to be my friend but when we talk
She tuck her purse down
Tomorrow not the same but to me
Its amaze how
Wake up go to work
Back to back on the clock
Put in work
Black folks dont got therapy
Shit we lap up in the church
You can feel the pain within my eyes
Shit pride strong
My body hurt
See they slave you till you 60
Then retire you to the dirt
Whats your worth
To the man you just a number to is nerve
If you niggas aint working
You liability to is purse
Now we fuck with out a job
Flipping packs on the curve
Know the winter got hotter
With the Johnnys on the lurk
Baby mother at the county
Got them folks on the search
Shit the folks play for keeps
Jail is a business what you herd
Dont waste no time if you a felon
Because your feeling ganna get hurt
Just take your time
And start a business
Blood sweat and tears and watch it work
Now go to work
At first them niggas blind vision
But check your self and understand
Nigga its your vision
Aint nothing easy in this life
Hold your faith when you setting
God is with in
Better dont bow down to no men
When your praying
Single mothers on welfare
Yes i care
Houseing and food stamp
Shit they dont care
Baby in the system
Baby daddy in debt
Baby daddy go to jail
Single parent with a check
Every conner got a liquor store
Food steady rising
If the country in debt
Mr president why we helping
Dont mind me
Am just a nigga with a litte knowledge
Just a little knowledge
To get me from point a to point b
Am honored
To be in your present
Just reciting my thoughts
Aint nothing major
Forgive me am exposing my heart
My old lady mother sick with cancer
Grandpa got dementia
Nana 92 pappa wanna see his mother
Surviving check to check
I told my mamma not to stress
I told her am going to school
I hit the streets you know whats next
Shit a bunch old head specking they chest
They drinking they depressed
Surviving of they check
I aint here to bother you
Am just conversating with god
The mic is my domain
And music my therapy
Independent struggling artist
One day hope that you herd of me
I spit my pain to the wire
I close my eyes and let him speak
Try the 9 to 5
But it didnt work out
Bottle after bottle facing blunts
Am at my worse now
Used to be my friend but when we talk
She tuck her purse down
Tomorrow not the same but to me
Its amaze how
Wake up go to work
Back to back on the clock
Put in work
Black folks dont got therapy
Shit we lap up in the church
You can feel the pain within my eyes
Shit pride strong
My body hurt
See they slave you till you 60
Then retire you to the dirt
Whats your worth
To the man you just a number to is nerve
If you niggas aint working
You liability to is purse
Now we fuck with out a job
Flipping packs on the curve
Know the winter got hotter
With the Johnnys on the lurk
Baby mother at the county
Got them folks on the search
Shit the folks play for keeps
Jail is a business what you herd
Dont waste no time if you a felon
Because your feeling ganna get hurt
Just take your time
And start a business
Blood sweat and tears and watch it work
Now go to work
At first them niggas blind vision
But check your self and understand
Nigga its your vision
Aint nothing easy in this life
Hold your faith when you setting
God is with in
Better dont bow down to no men
When your praying
Single mothers on welfare
Yes i care
Houseing and food stamp
Shit they dont care
Baby in the system
Baby daddy in debt
Baby daddy go to jail
Single parent with a check
Every conner got a liquor store
Food steady rising
If the country in debt
Mr president why we helping
Dont mind me
Am just a nigga with a litte knowledge
Just a little knowledge
To get me from point a to point b
Am honored
To be in your present
Just reciting my thoughts
Aint nothing major
Forgive me am exposing my heart
My old lady mother sick with cancer
Grandpa got dementia
Nana 92 pappa wanna see his mother
Surviving check to check
I told my mamma not to stress
I told her am going to school
I hit the streets you know whats next
Shit a bunch old head specking they chest
They drinking they depressed
Surviving of they check
I aint here to bother you
Am just conversating with god
The mic is my domain
And music my therapy
Independent struggling artist
One day hope that you herd of me
I spit my pain to the wire
I close my eyes and let him speak
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Writer(s): Jermaine Bowen
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