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thoughts racing
My long days give me short patience
My heart vacant, awards taken
What in tarnation, no information
No statements, young mula, all mula, mula

Could you drop it one time for me
Bring your body close right by me
Hop up on me lil bad bunny

Dancing by lonely
Cause my only
Doesn't know me yet

the President
But will he meet me?
He's scared to look inside the
Eyes of a Thug Nigga
We tired of being scapegoats for
This capitalistic drug dealing
How

Poe Mans Dream (His Vice)

GLC

Section.80

2011

when he sentenced me
Since my uncles was institutionalized
My intuition has said I was suited for family ties
My mama is stressing, my daddy tired
I

My intuition had said I was
Suited for family ties
My mama is stressin', my daddy tired
I need me a weapon, these niggas ride
Every minute, hour,

teaches us to be white
Tell me tell me tell me
Tell me tell me tell me
The poor are getting pressed on by the rich
the poor man wants yours and the rich man

Phony Rappers

A Tribe Called Quest

20/10: The Southport Dance Music Weekender

1997

kid said simple and plain
Let's battle - it kinda took me by surprise
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain't got

was poor)

Now we on top just, me and my team
Now we on top just, me and my team

Hopped outta that Rari
If I hurt your feelings I'm sorry
Six more

the beat-walking cop
Who made you this way?

Throw it back away
Throw it back away
Throw it back away
Throw it back away!

Give me your tired your poor
Your huddled

on
And give your man some rock 'n' roll
And get yourself some sweet rock 'n' roll

I'm just a soldier of fortune
Must be the gypsy in me
I ain't along when I

it as I go (give it as i go)
I came so far, still remember when I was poor (when I was poor baby)
Baby I don't want your sympathy, I just want your

guess that we never saw eye to eye got my wings now it's time to fly
Bye bye to all the bullshit that you put me through
I'm tired of making rookie moves

They don't give a fuck about us
Just what they selling on tv
They don't give a fuck about us
Believe me
Lets talk about this bitch ass country

Make It Clap [Remix]

Busta Rhymes

It Ain't Safe No More

2002

Cah me seh jump up, clap unnuh hand and siddung 
Get up again and wig out mek everybody flip out unnuh fi carry on
She get tired and wan chillout, all

It takes two days in Paris to learn that you're poor
And two weeks in Berlin to learn that you're boring
It takes 33 years then a blink to turn forty

Strung up by the elites, kicked under the door mat
Life of a poor man, living accordingly to your poor plan
A war stamp, we're tired and we see right

We the People

Mudvayne

The New Game [Clean]

2008

at the seams
You can get it on the TV whatever you need

Send me you're tired, you're poor and broken
Send me your life so I can break you
Give me your trust,

(Bitch, I wann fuck u)
Ayo
Did you take your psych pills today? u better(Uhh)
I don't give a fuck whether you eat or not. I'm not your dad(Your dad)

(Bitch, I wann fuck u)
Ayo
Did you take your psych pills today? u better(Uhh)
I don't give a fuck whether you eat or not. I'm not your dad(Your dad)

the 6 with
Like they were never meant to tear me down
If you don't give me space in this room to vent, I'ma air it out
That's how wild it gets
I'm tired

all the time
But you know, in the end who will win
You say, "Give me your mind, and I'll give you mine"
As you're holding my heart with a grin

While

way to survive is, is just to
live
My life day by day, in the way I only should
So who the hell is you to tell me how to live it good
To the good that

on the door
Don't give a fuck bout a thing anymore
Don't give a fuck bout growing up poor
Who the fuck looking to settle their score
Bitches all around me

and talked
I felt guilty and alone and so sick when I discovered
You did it in Berlin, you'd just talked to your mother
I guess it was too much, depression