This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
 This is for my folkers, um, check one two
 This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog
 Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
 *repeat chorus*

 I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
 And the newborns who get fed intravenously
 Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case
 When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
 Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late
 Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate
 Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear
 The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
 Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration
 Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations
 Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
 Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter
 You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck
 You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
 You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop
 You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop
 Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis
 If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this
 Some folks try to front like they so above you
 They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

 *chorus*

 There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat
 Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"
 Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt
 And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete
 Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
 Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff
 Whole family sleepin on a futon while you're clippin coupons
 Eatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons
 'Crosstown, the situation is identical
 Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles
 Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
 Alot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobs
 You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out
 Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
 They say this generation makes the harmony pray
 But crime rises consistent with the povery rate
 You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs
 A gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobs
 Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you
 They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

 *chorus*

 You like this song cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme
 We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
 We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed
 Arguements about money usually drown out the tec blasts
 Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
 Muscles tremblin like a pager when the battery's low
 And you just don't know where the years went
 Although every long shift feels like a year spent
 And you can write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
 All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention
 Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers
 On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers
 Now don't accept my collects on the phone
 Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
 And we can chop it up about this messed up system
 Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them
 It's almost impossible survivin on this fraction
 Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction
 You gotta hustle cause they're tryin to push and shove you
 I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you

 *chorus