all my life

all my life

all my life

all my life

poor poor man

all my life

all my life

all my life

poor poor man

i see many people suffering

stuck in the gutter rummaging

clucking for something just to give the gut a little nourishment

stomach stays summonin' the hunter within

pulled to surface

human beings forced to primal urges

trees that are blazed are sellin' for mega p's

still money don't grow on trees

assumin' its legal

keep planting the seeds initiating the sequel

to leave you

diggin' for the root of all evil

they act like they real

when they lead at least their see through

they're fishy with the skriller like the man be shifting seafood

it's funny how things change debated for the people

that's the way they made it

the money made us unequal

i speak what i feel no reason to be deceitful

or bring war

to your door

material possessions i ain't into them at all

'cause everything i truly love you never get receipts for

we step in this game with no pennies to our names

why you acting like you're rich

with a pocket full of change

life is a strain for the real people hustling

it doesn't add up

like paying desperate money jugglin'

wonderin' is this really part of the plan

the peckin' order of man

by the bottom we stand

to get rich and expand is the dream that they're sellin' us

and when we can't do it they'll proceed to keep tellin' us

jimmy's only words were too much dicks"