Every dollar we make
The Guineas get 20
The police get 40
And Goldberg gets 50
Anybody can tell you that don't add up to a dollar
That adds up to a dollar and a dime
Change gon' come
One, two
One, two
Let's go
Dear you cleared viewed out the window
Every since the days of straight legs and Nintendo
I came to you to gain all the info
Even showed me pathways to walk to my kin folks
Back of the class made me swift with a pencil
In the hall ways listen to instrumentals
Or in the lunch room beating on the lunch table
I'm kicking freestyles trying to keep my brain stable
Living conditions made me different
So I never did the things they do remained me and stayed true
Used to rock the neon green fat lace
In the babe blue Stan Smiths eating up rap n**s like Manwich
They keep telling me calm down, I can't b**h
Ghetto red hot way before the travel fox
My momma's brown Gran Torino and a boom box
Busting shorts at the basketball court, striped socks, let's go
Pinch a dollar bill good, stretch it till the next time come around
Hand to hand learnings of the earners who be hustling on the underground
Grew up the fatherless boy, you know, the problem kid
My elders staring me down like what the problem is
My momma stares and she frowns because the block we live
Has taken how she raised me and erased all of her accomplishments
Redrew them with money and promises of fame
Though I been in this for years and still ain't getting change
Balancing ideas on a broke n**s dreams
Watching the the television while trying not to scream
Plotting for pies the main theme, slice yours good then make green
Land full of make believe you can't breathe
Channel stays turned to what they want you to see
Zero on repeat, sleep on a loop, but me I keep the volume on boom
No jeep
Just the system and the bang goes deep
24 hours, eyes open on the creep
