Lyrics:
Frustration suicide, it's part of the plan
Genocide, kill the old, ain't useful anymore
No more resources, we'll have to go to war
Corporation/government
been too good this year,
There's just no spending money and well, at least we're all here.
I hope you won't expect a lot of Christmas presents,
Just
There's a rumor that an old lady heard a
Kingpin hiring a hitman to murder
A federal prosecuting drug-dealing witness
But that's how it is in
the wind
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust
So I went to the store and bought me some gas
Poured it into my old man's flask
Called all my friends to join along
And now
I wanna throw a bomb
To the beat, to the beat, to the beat y'all
Old school jams the party people used to dance to I recall
Summertime in Philly, my age about a dozen
Out they come to your rescue,
To drag you off the street
They gave you food and shelter
They'll leave you to bleed
They'll take all your money
I'm goin' to Chicago; that's the last place my baby strayed
(Hitch hike) Hitch hike (Hitch hike baby)
I'm packin' up my bags, gonna leave this old
Don't see any kinds of education, boys and girls
Starve and die, and no money when your country is third world
I said "I yearn for change all over
groups, so they can put on they fam
Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance
Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance
The radio
of cats stop bein hungry after they deal
Let's get money, we make it sweet
(Stop stop s-stop stop s-stop stop)
Ain't no comin up in Red Hook thinkin you
you hear me? {like it or not, nigga}
Mama can you hear me? {out with the old, in with the new, come on}
Mama can you hear me? (Mama) {mama I don't want
and the shelto
Gamble for car money drink let the L blows
High school drop out got my G.E.D. though
Don't speak about what I got the d-low
Yo I know nothing but
Stole a verse from hallelujah
Have mercy
I made a reference to a psalm
Time is money but I ain't old enough
To spend my shiny pennies on a pawn
And on this one nightstand, next to the money left
Sits a note left after a one-night stand
It's next to a half filled and lipstick smeared cocktail
never felt so well protected
Just hanging up here on the shelf
There's no way I'm turning back
I'm tired of sailing on the same old seas
I'll just
pressed, for a free ride like car theft
I'm a hard head; I gotta chill with Joe Camel
And stick with the licks like a hick in old flannel
a job
You're 20 years old and you're living like a slob?
But there's so many things I wanna do, Ma
I need money and I wanna get a new car?
Simon,
ain't all money, suckas and violence
Quit smoke from the fire-lips, protect your iris
Shit's hard, especially hits to scar the soul
That's why niggaz
as I can be
But all I need is this old guitar, an open case, and a crowded street
I've got the world
On a shoestring
I've got the world
a snake, stick, your mouth around the bit that says inflate,
Breath deep if a sucker that you be, time is running out for me,
To old for cold rubber
too hard to find
so stare into his Public Eyes and watch his clock unwind
then find him old and drowning in the deep end
but oh, now
what else
leather, big face cheddar
Don't fuck with no groupie, hid in a high school sweater
We rope rats, roll money stuffed in stacks
Rock show after show, and don't
a strong ass grip but my name ain't Money Grip
Liked Gladys better when she sang with The Pips
And when it comes to strength I'm surely of the stronger
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