Paroles Underdogs de Coup (The)

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[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

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