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03-28-05, 10:04 PM
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empty pockets ft ladyrapper
IP:
green=poetry2abeat red=LadyRapper
bieng brokes the worst feeling/ yall had roofs over ya heads, my room was missing the ceiling/ fish tanks bigger than our t.v./ listen to my favrite rappers on bootleg c.d.s/ belive me, roman noodles made eating easy/ cars packed, only a two seater/ not enough blankets to share so i splept next to the heater/ $5 tees were hard enough to come by/ when we got spolied neccesties went bye bye/ for our money we had to steal and out wit/ shared lil bro's clothes to have more than one outfit/ undertand you couldnt walk in my shoes they harldey fit/ dads herion needles were only things in the first aid kit/ undrstand its the truth being spoken/ cuz the only cions in my pocket were a couple bus tokens Now how can they be sayin "fuck the poor" Even that "bum" on the street livin in the alley while they ridin top down million doller house in Cali Poverty is the cycle we trapped in Now im tryin to work my way outtie So lemme start to paint u a dark picture of a single mother locked in the struggle tryin to raise her son humble yet she workin her jobs double workin her ass off cuz daddy aint commin home soon tryin to put better shit on the table, other then food so now tell me what wud u do? are u gettin the mood? my mom anit ever said life wud be easy but she also neva said it wud b so cruel Now still how can they be sayin "fuck the poor" Even that "bum" on the street livin in the alley while they ridin top down million doller house in Cali Poverty is the cycle we trapped in Now im tryin to work my way outtie Im spittin sumthin real quick for the gangsta nigs who hussle they anit killin and slangin for fun they also locked in this struggle tryin to get they rent in on time sellin in quantites of nickles and dimes growin up wit a popz who either was dead, neva there, or locked up all they thug niggaz dyin, so all theres nuttin left to do but hold they glocks up teachers give up cuz they rockin white tees, hairs braided, and they hats low that anit right tho, we like every1 else and got the same blood flow much thanks and love to my brother who put his life on the line to support me and my mother Now STILL how can they be sayin "fuck the poor" Even that "bum" on the street livin in the alley while they ridin top down million doller house in Cali Poverty is the cycle we trapped in Now im tryin to work my way outtie Dont get it twisted Im tryin to stay on it A-d-, baby you bout to be BIG now thats honest Every1 keep ya chin up cuz it cant rain foreva rainbows and pot of gold is cummin dont say never
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