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Zulu gang Try the 9 to 5 But it didnt work out Bottle after bottle facing blunts Am at my worse now Used to be my friend but when we talk She tuck her purse down Tomorrow not the same but to me Its amaze how Wake up go to work Back to back on the clock Put in work Black folks dont got therapy Shit we lap up in the church You can feel the pain within my eyes Shit pride strong My body hurt See they slave you till you 60 Then retire you to the dirt Whats your worth To the man you just a number to is nerve If you niggas aint working You liability to is purse Now we f*ck with out a job Flipping packs on the curve Know the winter got hotter With the Johnnys on the lurk Baby mother at the county Got them folks on the search Shit the folks play for keeps Jail is a business what you herd Dont waste no time if you a felon Because your feeling ganna get hurt Just take your time And start a business Blood sweat and tears and watch it work Now go to work At first them niggas blind vision But check your self and understand Nigga its your vision Aint nothing easy in this life Hold your faith when you setting God is with in Better dont bow down to no men When your praying Single mothers on welfare Yes i care Houseing and food stamp Shit they dont care Baby in the system Baby daddy in debt Baby daddy go to jail Single parent with a check Every conner got a liquor store Food steady rising If the country in debt Mr president why we helping Dont mind me Am just a nigga with a litte knowledge Just a little knowledge To get me from point a to point b Am honored To be in your present Just reciting my thoughts Aint nothing major Forgive me am exposing my heart My old lady mother sick with cancer Grandpa got dementia Nana 92 pappa wanna see his mother Surviving check to check I told my mamma not to stress I told her am going to school I hit the streets you know whats next Shit a bunch old head specking they chest They drinking they depressed Surviving of they check I aint here to bother you Am just conversating with god The mic is my domain And music my therapy Independent struggling artist One day hope that you herd of me I spit my pain to the wire I close my eyes and let him speak