Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee
Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy
I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge
Lived in the poverty with the robbers, he's like a boxer, bitch,
And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see
We was dead at our first breath, born into poverty
Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,
Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold
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
I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody
Famine, poverty, barren atrocity
You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you
How ironic, leave them in poverty, don't believe? that's true,
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