Lyrics:
earns her dollars
But year after year her paycheques getting smaller
Now she's working 2 jobs But
She still lives in squalor
And the wall between her
Bull shit
I ain't falling to squalor ask a scholar
The lack of quality’s equal to black equality…Hollar!!
Still shipping em platinum
I purchase the wax
And the universe is hauling us by the collar
Forcing us to gawk at the squalor that all our deeds have wrought
The sad historical truth is that Rodney Kings have
My brother chose
Flipping them bricks dollar for dollar
Cause and effect of two-man
Raised with no father from squalor
No mercy no forgiveness for my
A religion of uniform
Cradle the star
Hail their salute of pressure
Underfoot, under squalor
An issue is burning behind the flags of surrender
plane you nuh see how the balance ain't right
Cos Natty inna the ghetto under pain and squalor still we walking towards the light
Now if you deal with
this darling, rhymes never end
I have no heart, I kill it with squalor
Cause nothing made me, ain't got nothing made me
Rap on rap, not a scene
Rap with
is made as long as I get what I crave
I’m a pawn and a casual spectator
Connected to a world of squalor I’m the genertor
If I can’t see it
It’s not
loved too!
It was ‘Dear Dirty Dublin', and he made her look new.
I knew her great streets, her squalor, her people,
cnd each landmark place, each spire
you'd gone
(bright ideas, ivory and oak)
Corners keep the loneliness and squalor with the squishes in their slits
cre we're still hiding in the night
oxford commas, some other things to,
And all that I could do without
I bought a new pair I'm breaking them in
With heavy nights in dens of sin and squalor
Living on them pills, he was lying in squalor
That's the life of the late night bar crawler
Most outrageous man I met he once said
I could take
Church and Kamala hurts for the scholars
France holla
Anywhere between the Earth and Shambhala
A black and white collar
Grimy like crack pipe squalor
the balance
Lost fallen out of time
Stranded in squalor
But I´m carrying the fire
I wake up from a dream
The night is dark and cold
America
Which side are you
When we were living in squalor, wasn't it heaven
Back when we used to get on it four out of seven
Now even though that was a time I hated from day
in squalor
Grow up to be a hero and a scholar?
The ten-dollar Founding Father without a father
Got a lot farther by working a lot harder
By being
the upper air
Let the sluggish mind, which is still
Sick with squalor, rise up again
Now a new star glistens
To take every hurt away
The Lamb is sent from
these other succubus who don't listen to me
Calling you out like a phone call up on a speaker
Point of the story, I had to change
Wallet in squalor, wish
thousands of dollars
Whilst their fans live in squalor
Tighten up your dog collar
The masters of mankind have you exactly where they want you
Feel good songs
independent
But would’ve tackled a deal
Out of necessity
Sick of living squalor
But we different pedigrees
Gonna own all the dollars
That our art makes
So
babe
I'm tired, all fucked up, and addled by history
Vying to shine my heart's squalor
So devoid of good reasons
Tacitly, I rest my gaze on the
Radius
the finest
Worked for it all
Got more to accomplish
Went from a dog to a wolf to a monster
Bite like a Rottweiler, no collar
Long time wanting out of squalor
a virus shared by its people
It was the germ of squalor, of hopelessness
Of a loss of faith…"
you a lot
Hope you fare well
I'm glowing more if you can't tell
Serious about the level up
We acting like squalor was meant for us
Maybe it was but
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