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Skank Dollar
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Naturally mystic (Obama no jobs II)
[Verse 1:Skank]
Lets go, people in the suits
Handing out the cards
Little tax cuts
Driving fancy cars
Giving gays rights
Fucking up the bible
Having large meetings
Almost seems tribal
Searching for relevance
Living in elegance
From the lower class
They are segregate
No color lines
Just financial boarders
A hidden agenda
Controlling the orders
So many people homeless
Businesses failing
No money to circulate
The stress is overwhelming
Babylonian buildings
Mind killing,technology
Used in the prison system
Confusion religion
The youth used to killing
Why the schools look the same
As when we were children
When are we living
Look at the cards given
Ugh sends my regards
To the troops still living
[Hook]
[Verse 2:Skank]
Fuck That!,not many jobs to survive
So label him a fool with more ways to die
We loosing, see numbers don't lie
How am i to make ends meet,
When the meetings ain't right
Unemployment line so long i reach to eat
Preach! we seem to suffer from defeat
The old lady says to the pastor
Please sir,help me keep my son
Up out of these streets
To the money we are slave to the master
Skank dollar, second chapter
I am far under the lower class
You get used to it as time pass
Some people fade away dying broke
But years they family prayed
Having more dept than hope
Financial slaves
Lets take a walk, this is where i live
Where people with enough
Still don't have enough to give
Shit
[Hook]
Yo
Yo
[Verse 3:Skank]
I am not a judge, no robe no gavel
Looking at the world dismantle
Looking at the ropes before my sentence
I coped with the hassle
Success is a road seldom traveled
Glad you made it
To eat at the at the cost of others
Surviving off of hurting one another
We strive by dealing with our customers
Everyone's a hustler
It doesn't make sense how it comforts us (yeah)
I ask for a nine to five
To be thrown under the color line
Even with a educated mind
My name is etched in stone for crimes
One mistake you paying all ya life
Where's the freedom?
It's in the sky
The cells are the same outside
Once you get a little shine
The streets have they're own spotlight
But everybody hasn't been raised on site
And i am not of the devils bloodline
For real though
[Hook]
[Intoxicated rebel talk]
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