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the state of being rich is my worthy opponent

I was laid off from many jobs without the bonus

seriously and hideously fought through red tape

got stuck, trapped in the corner, I couldn't escape

laid to rest those forever dreams that kept me alive

without insight, these dim lights won't help me survive

thanks Cassidy, but I've been a hustler since I was a sperm drop

earned props since date of birth, age 15, can't be late for work

turned lots

of transitions to magnificent missions

paperboy, clerical, even a cook in the kitchen

a path I would follow and blast till tomorrow

hard to think long range with short change,

but the pride I still swallow

doubters had the inch to redirect my decisions

the third eye crashed and blinded my vision

wanna give the ol' lease a raise, no increase in pay

or at least a praise

for the last 4 years I revitalized my Jordans

wasn't important to brand name broads

cuz of what I was sportin

tax day was a black day in my life,

Niecy got greedy and claimed to be the wife

3 kids of anonymous sorts, it boggled my thoughts

none belonged to me, got paid at an accountable cost

Yo, here's my last $10 to fill up the tank

ain't got shit in the bank,

check bounced like a kid who just pulled a prank

overdraft fees overshadow me with bad credit..forget it!

how do I get over that, b?

I won't even assure that I will endure my insurance policy

this real life Monopoly bothers me

like manogamy, and she still won't polish or swallow me

pardon me.....

quality time I'm on my quality grind

with my 2 friends, "To The Curb" and "Can You Spare Me A Dime"

for all these rants and raves, court dates and affidavits

can't save it or escape it...Ant a slave? shiiiiiiit....

still tryna cut these shackles with this here butter knife

and find the snakes who put me there

as the poison sinks, lemme clear my voice and think

although I may have been backstabbed numerous times...

I won't deny at times handing em the knife....

banning me for life....as I vanish in the night....

try and manage this, alright?

down to my last pocket change, I hop the train

destination.....no spot to claim

all because of this bitch I call life

married to the struggle and made her my wife

maybe if I tap it right, she'll provide me with options

get a little wise and minimize these concoctions

but you never know when she'll turn and start plottin'

Yo, I gotta bounce, I hear somebody knockin!!!