Lyrics:
the papers
Some big shots steals and robs
Me I'm just a poor lousy J-D
Looking for some poor lousy job
J-D's a home made product
That's what the papers all
Fucked around, poor decision, poor decision
A lousy nigga
A deadbeat nigga
A good for nothing
You silly nigga
A gout legged poisoned nigga
Just
grandpa is the devil
My grandma is a witch
That's why they call poor little me
A lousy son-of-a Hitchcock's
Nightmare crime
Monster horror, spooky time
the case. Old and dirty, poor quality leather, and heavy.
Better see what's inside. He turned into Lincoln Park, found an
empty place and opened the case.
of contradictions, man what can a poor boy do?
Some folks say you can't sing blues, when you're feeling good
I'm just feeling lousy, I knock on wood
I make my
world of contradictions
What can a poor boy do?
Some folks say you can't sing blues
When you're feeling good
I guess when things are lousy
I ought
She's young and she's a mother
Her man is out on the town
Her life reads like a lousy book
But she can't put it down
No, she just can't put it down.
Eric Clapton
And all I wanted was one 16 ain't enough
Talking that fast money 15 every month
When your people labelled poor, that motivated me more
Poor little computer
Don't you know what love is?
Poor little computer
Hanging out in chat rooms
With people that you won't meet
Poor little computer
on her own
She got a job in a week or two
In an office block with a lousy view
Of another block
That was lousy too
Six months later poor Mrs Brown
Had
old and poor and only I know there's more
And now I sit and think of what I would've been
It still disappoints me
And I wish could've done something
side are you on, boys?
Which side are you on?
Workers, can you stand it?
Oh, tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab
Or will you be a man?
And the law refuse to see if all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't
And the law refuse to see if all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't
And the law refuse to see if all that you can ever be
Is just a lousy janitor
Unless your uncle owns a store
You know that five in every four
Just won't
You did a really rotten thing
And let Scout take all the blame
You wrecked his reputation
And left that poor boy in shame
Yeah, but now I think it's
to get much pay.
VS: Don't be so mean, give a poor girl a little time.
LJ: You done had your time, and now it is a crime.
VS: But I'm a good lovin'
the essence of the, the committed the crime
But ah, murder got no time
The country has no law, it's either rich or poor
I'm out the back door, I got nuttin'
This gray sky
Is good for cryin'
These November gray woods
Open to the fields
I came out here
In the cold
For my poor heart
Has turned
side are you on boys?
Which side are you on?
Workers can you stand it?
Oh, tell me how you can
Will you be a lousy scab
or will you be a man?
she'd pass for 17
Too pretty to be working such a lousy job
Beauty queen smile, hair cut in a bob
Sidney Wells' rig came weaving down the road
Galina, a hard working boatman
But her husband, he was just too poor
Galina, got fed up with the hard life
So she nailed him to the bedroom floor
the jansport, that
Jan sport yeah, uh
Write out the lines
Refined no revised
Alla these beautiful highs
I'm hungry hit the throttle
Rich in spirit, poor in
yourself.”
3. “If you are born poor it's not your mistake, but if you die poor it's your mistake.”
4. “Life is not fair. Get used to it.”
5. “To win big,
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