Lyrics:
Box every nigga in a cell
Get a check in the mail so them head count numbers ain't dipping
While the motherfucking police tripping
Tipping
and a box of rattlesnakes'
It's a big, on'ry world and ain't nobody gonna help
So what's a poor boy to do?
Call up Caesar's Palace from a rented motel room
the bottom
Invest in the poor
Bring some sand back to the beach
Rebuilding the shore
Solid still in the box
Got to get him out the door
Stepping out the gate
you let your insides rot
Yeah
Tell me, God, why did you make it this way?
The rich get richer and the poor have to pay
The Sun never rise
And I've got some songs about love, sweet love
In the box where some people keep their gloves
Keep their gloves
Think I'll throw them on after I gas up, I
the spot
Now, you know it's on again,
a players life is never at an end, tell a friend
they don't wanna be the love in counter,
and after that, poor some
Another hearse roll up slow,
Carry one more poor lost soul,
Carry them things every single day
Coz it makes him feel safe
Coz he carry on them ways,
Whole squad lit ‘fore the summer come
Cold outside better bundle up
Down bad, good we finally comin’ up
Fake friends callin’ just to say wassup
Poor
enough now, eff you, pay me
What? Your lyrics are poor
Don't compare them to mine, I'm raw
And uncut, you best look at the floor
That's what I thought,
This is the loveliest suicide note I've ever read
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my Nordic Track
Donate my car to crippled kids
rivers that erode known to
Leave you in a box
Decomposed no fingernails from
Scratchin' the top
Clappin' assassins run the lots
'til the punishment stop
Well, if I had a jet plane
On the side was your name
Had a couple gold chains
Is that enough to get you off?
Lambo on the freeway
Box seats
included have you read this
Suicide note? Really read it?
"Box up my clothing for Goodwill
And give the poor my Nordic Track
Donate my car to crippled
prisons and tap phones
We don't need more nines or heaters
We need more Poor Righteous Teachers
Public Enemies that are scholars and thinkers
Educated in
Now I get paid just to walk on the beat
Talking is cheap
These niggas broke, poor
Don't talk to the po-po
I used to stand at that store
And I had
forever free for the poor kids
One stepped at the bottom with demonic endorphins
I was power rings restrained, no more Mighty Morphin'
We couldn't close
going to use it on drugs or alcohol.
And then I thought, that's what I'm going to use it on.
Why am I judging this poor bastard.
People love to judge
And still nothings solved
Welcome to the USA, now kindly turn around
We got our own problems, you'll only bring us down
Give me your tired, give me your poor
Sister of sin
When rich and when poor
On my way to the throne
Lay bare on your gems
The nest of filth (and licentiousness)
Of am I drinking your
Hello my name is rat 41
All my life I've been sitting in this box of steel
To my left sits someone who I like
'Cause he doesn't scream
As loud
a meteor shower
Bowling For Columbine, fair, giving the media power
Innocence devoured like a chicken spot snack box
Government cocain cooked into ghetto
And passed it off as a joke
He drilled her up in the sentry box
Wrapped up in his soldiers cloke
Well the drums took over the rat a tap tap
And the pipes
on ringer, Jeleras and flume
Alleyways, views in the blocks
I moved the key, I moved the box
Some of the mandem run into shops
One time I was running late
Settle in girls, it's story time
There's a princess
In a tower
Oh my gosh, that's just like me
Poor Rapunzel
Needs a haircut
But the witch
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