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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,447
Peak in subgenre #703
Author
Kit
Rights
Northern Lights Entertainment
Uploaded
September 01, 2004
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MP3 3.7 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Story behind the song
I’m letting you all know what it’s like to have no money to your name.
Lyrics
Intro
Just because I rap doesn’t mean I get paid…shit, most of you emcees should know that…
Verse One
I’m trying so hard to make my ends meet,
But for me it’s usually like that magic trick that Blaine did,
Where the magician cuts the string into 10 different bits,
They usually fix it, but not in my situation kid,
Sleeping on floors, debt collectors at my door,
Dodging phone bills, so stressed I sweat blood through open pores,
It doesn’t rain, it pours, where I come from,
I never see sunshine cause thunderclouds are the norm,
I wear the same clothes for over four days,
Can’t remember last time I got paid, shoes have holes, jumpers all frayed,
I often dream of and hope for the days that I get made,
In this rap game, half of you rappers are over rated,
I always lose, no social life, I’m always in,
But I’m not so poor that I have to rummage through rubbish bins,
But I am a fucking bum, spotted a job space, “Reply Within”,
But they never call back cause I’m the type who never wins,
I steal handbags to compensate for lack of cash flow,
I walk where all the addicts go, second hand crack smoke,
My life to be honest to everyone else is one big joke,
All I do is shuffle along, head down, I always mope,
To me this world seems so big and I seem so small,
No money left, no friends to make a reverse charge call,
You know when you hit the lowest you can ever fall,
When your car won’t even fucking start for it to stall,
Chorus
Waking up to the same shit, but different day,
No job, no money, I gotta rob to get paid,
I live with drifters hooked on crack cocaine,
Shit gets boring, exhausting out my brain,
Waking up to the same shit, but different day,
No job, no money, I gotta rob to get paid,
Shit gets boring, exhausting out my brain,
I live with drifters hooked on crack cocaine,
Verse Two
I often wonder the streets looking for loose change,
I’m lucky if I find some, there’s no money to my name,
Sometimes I break down and cry and feel insane,
Hoping for one day I get a break but it stays the same,
I feel like I’m looked down upon by everyone around me,
And I often think to myself that I don’t even have no family,
No head start in life cause everyone I know is doubting me,
My life is walking around in the dark with shades; it’s hard to see,
The only people I know are all hooked on crack,
Pop pills and shrooms and are all addicted to smack,
I’m tired all the time, I think I’ve broken my back,
I’m sick and fucking tired of not being cut any slack,
And I can’t even afford shit, that’s why I stole this mic,
I sleep all day and stay awake during the night,
I don’t even have a watch to tell the fucking time,
And I’ve forever got stress playing on my mind,
All I can do is wait for life to draw me a card of chance my way,
But I miss it, always, like a Monopoly game,
One big turmoil of depression and strain,
I want to give in and take a fucking blade to my veins,
But hey, that’s just life and I know it will change up,
Yeah I’ve had a lot of bad but we all get good luck,
Eventually, even though we don’t see half the time,
We all get stuck, and that’s why I wrote this rhyme,
Chorus
Waking up to the same shit, but different day,
No job, no money, I gotta rob to get paid,
I live with drifters hooked on crack cocaine,
Shit gets boring, exhausting out my brain,
Waking up to the same shit, but different day,
No job, no money, I gotta rob to get paid,
Shit gets boring, exhausting out my brain,
I live with drifters hooked on crack cocaine,
