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Spit the Gospel to remind me what God can do When it's not logical To those in hospitals and prisons, low-income living For them I say a prayer keep
to Inner cities the rich won't move to The nice parts, they well-protected by a vanguard The opposite of how these concentration camps are Low-income
kids in low-income housing singing "We're through with causing a scene" I don't know what it means But I too, am through with causing a scene. She
are Low-income housing, it dwells murderers But children don't qualify for health services The bourgeois act like they don't see starvations Like they
off Link and low-income Savage in the streets, ain't no ho in them I be sipping lean until my face is numb I'm thumbing through a check until my
a savage with fashion, this is not a gimmick I come from low-income, I told 'em I'm a menace (let's get it) I promise 2017 I'ma be the best, boy Can't
Wished they didn't have to hang (hang) Out on corners in low-income house In projects and slang They wish their daddy was home (home) , mama wasn't
broke[niggas] from off the cut, growing up in a town Where's population 50,000, only 3 high schools, but 8 sets of low-income housing Look, when you two did
only Three high schools But eight sets of low-income housing Look, when you two did Too Hard to Swallow We thought it was a fluke When you boys came
the steeple like a lightning rod to show that we die for this It's been said "faith could move a mountain" Faith couldn't even move low-income families away
didn't buy shit, your money did Get the picture? Chorus [Second Verse] There once lived a low-income woman with a child Lookin' for single men with money
don't want to look like a poor person in low-income blindings What do you do when somebody's looking at you out a window in a car of four lanes? Yeah
ever be the same I’m a low-income, first-generation student I know I'm capable, but now I need to fucken prove it The motivation comes and goes so I
babies witness shit that isn’t innocent Losing innocence In a sense, this should be expected Black people are selected to be neglected Stuck in low-income
the Mahogany trim Low-income house where I probably would live But Starbucks moving in so the property wins And I own it, It feel like Monopoly Ren The economy
Coz there's rich cunts in my street Gave up the tailors Cheaper to roll Low-income bracket Working for the dole Smashing a goonsack On Wednesday night
gettin’ vetoed Substandard low-income housing Staircases, death spiral Unedited cellphone footage Horrific screams that go viral Bigoted law enforcement But
But wishes don't come true, though I wish that it did But fuck it, we all know that life is a bitch Livin' life in the Hood, low-income fam Had no one
Million-dollar cars over low-income housing The homeless population skyrockets by the day Economic equality only on paper Most of the wealth is
Exterior city - Night A low-income complex towers behind a haze of heavy rainfall Hemorrhaging in the gutter Interior apartment Rain ticks
Tucked away in the bottom drawer of the town I grew up in was the low-income housing called Westgate. It's where my football buddies and me would go
a different hole in one than One from a stolen gun They get you three strikes if You ain't bowling none I'm a product of low-income housing Crack vials in
like Boyle And fight like the Heights. Low-income housing leaves and Sears Roebuck Tower brings The spill of fucking yuppies Like la cucharachas from
pursuin Boy, I've been through it' case you didn't know Like a flower from the mud, hell yeah, I grew I had to grow in different ways Grew up low-income
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