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Lost In Poverty (Feat HankG)
- //Verse 1\\ (WCR)
- Destined for prison im having a vision that i wont be able to feed my children,
- My mother in the kitchen tryin' to make a chicken then the gas went,
- Cant pay the rent i sell hash and ecstasy on the weekend to try send mom 15€ and a few cent,
- Is it my destiny to never be able to support a family,
- Lord tell me before im drove to insanity,
- Its a tragedy i cant even afford a shrink to help save my mentality,
- Ive noticed out of my family im the coldest and im the youngest not the oldest,
- Ive survived against the wind and blind evil masterminds so now i cant unwind,
- Wish i could rewind back to when dad died he was my guide and always managed to provide,
- Many nights ive cried having fatal thoughts of suicide,
- A bullet proof vest cant save you if your dying inside theres no where to hide,
- Lack of paper got me stressed and depressed i cant rest the irish goverment forgot about the west,
- The police have me under arrest because of the way i dressed maybe its a test,
- But i cant buy better, best i got is black cargos a teffy vest and a sweater with a hole in the center,
- poverty has it in for me just a journey that you will never be free,
- Its crazy but will my lady or family be able to pay for me to go to a cematary,
- Bury me a G legendary because even tho im broke my advesarys still envy me,
- //Verse 2\\ (HankG)
- Thin Is the air that I breathe
- Hard labor favoring my back giving me grief
- As I, wipe the dirt from my face on my sleeve
- I’m thinking ‘bout the things I thought I’d achieve
- Working 9 to 5, low wage, not getting paid till I arrive at the site
- A 2 hour drive each way replayed for 365 days
- What happened to my American Dream?
- It seems, like I planned for one extreme but got the other
- Should have listened to my mother when she said
- You’ll carry less on your back if there’s more in your head
- Instead I followed my own path not taking advice and moving too fast
- I wanted the cash, I wanted the bling, I wanted the things that money would bring
- I wanted the girls and yah, I wanted the world to revolve around me
- Way back when I believed, in the American dream
- I’m praying’ for changes but no change has been found
- I’m making’ each payment but its weighing me down
- Either pay rent by days end or lay on the ground
- yet still all these dreams they keep chasing me ‘round
- Dreams of playing for crowds, amazed with my sound
- Then painting the town, bottles raised to the clouds
- The dreams I once had have been shrouded in clouds
- Only shame and self blame remains with me now
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