The coup underdogs lyrics

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This is for my folkers who got bills overdue



This is for my folkers, um, check one two



This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog



Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog



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I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly



And the newborns who get fed intravenously



Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case



When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face



Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late



Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate



Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear



The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share



Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration



Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations



Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water



Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter



You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck



You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck



You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop



You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop



Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis



If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this



Some folks try to front like they so above you



They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you







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There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat



Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"



Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt



And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete



Then all your problems pile up about a mile up



Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff



Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons



Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons



'Crosstown, the situation is identical



Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles



Misconceptions raise questions to be solved



Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs



You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out



Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out



They say this generation makes the harmony pray



But crime rises consistent with the povery rate



You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs



A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs



Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you



They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you







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You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme



We go to stores that only let us in two at a time



We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed



Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts



Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though



Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low



And you just don't know where the years went



Although every long shift feels like a year spent



And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention



All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention



Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers



On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers



Now don't accept my collects on the phone



Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone



And we can chop it up about this messed up system



Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them



It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction



Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction



You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you



I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you







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