Underdogs

[sobbing]
I can't take this shit no more
I can't take it
I can't take this shit no more
I can't take it
I can't take this shit no more

[chorus]
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly
and the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's momma caught a job and a welfare fraud case
when she breathes she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face
Lights turned off and it's the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of being homeless cryin' 'til you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air and sets in yo' hair
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share
Comin' home don't never seem to be a celebration
Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they decoration
Heapin' sppons of peanut butter, big ass glass a water
make the hunger subside, save the real food fo' your daughter

Ya feel like swingin' haymakers at a movin' truck
Ya feel like laughin' so it seem like you don't give a fuck
you feel gettin' so high you'll smoke the whole damn crop
ya feel like cryin' but ya think that you might never stop
Homeless with no heat, stiff in your joint 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
and so would...

[chorus]
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

There's certain tricks of the trade to try to halt your defeat
like takin' tupperware to an all you can eat
Returnin' used shit for new, sayin' ya lost yo' receipt
and writin' four figure checks when your account's deplete

Then all yo' problems pile up, about a mile up
Thinkin' 'bout a partna you could dial up to help you out this foul stuff
Whole family sleepin' on the futon
while you clippin' coupons
eatin' salad tryin' to get full of the croutons
Across town the situation is identical
Somebody gettin' strangled by the system and its tentacles
Misconceptions raise questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys is broke, a lot of homeless got jobs
You could make eight bones and hour 'til ya pass out and still be assed out
Most pyramid schemes don't let ya cash out

They say this generation make the harmony break
But crime rise consistent with the harmony rate
Ya take the people from jobs, you goin' have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Sayin' pray for a change from the lord above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you
and so would...

[chorus]
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

You like this song cause it's relate
It's you in the rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it costs to get yo' check cashed
Arguments about money usually drown out the tec blast

Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though
Muscles tremin' 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 could write your resume, but it wouldn't even mention
all the life lessons learned during 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 could chop it up, 'bout this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always goin' miss 'em
It's almost impossible survivin' on this fraction
sip a forty to the brain for the chemical reaction
You gotta hustle 'cause they tryin' to push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up 'cause I really love you
and so would...

This is for my folkers who got rent over due
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
Me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog
This is for my folkers who got rent over due
This is for my folkers, um check one, two
This is for my folkers never live like a hog
Me and you toe to toe, I got love for the underdog


[phone rings]
hello
yeah, what's up daboo?
just a bunch of shit
this morning, uh, they repoed our shit, I'm sittin' on the flo'
I ain't lyin
My mom, she ya know, she broke down, started cryin' She wanted to beat the dude up with a bat
But uh, anyway
Why, what's goin' on tonight
I ain't got no money