Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,
In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see
Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free
To my niggas everywhere who go through harsh poverty,
And there's no poverty or crime and you're a neighborhood,
It’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee
All we got now is crime, death, sickness, and poverty,
Drug dealers live in poverty in gutters with their mothers,
And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,
Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,
Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold
Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see
Who will free us from the chains of poverty
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