Текст песни The Coup - Underdogs
The Coup - Underdogs слова песни
(chorus)This is for my folkers who got bills overdueThis is for my folkers, um, check one twoThis is for my folkers who never lived like a hogMe and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog*repeat chorus*I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglesslyAnd the newborns who get fed intravenouslySomebody`s mom caught a job and a welfare fraud caseWhen she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her faceLights turned off and its the third month the rent is lateThoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilateDespair permeates the air then sets in your earThe kids play with that one toy they learned how to shareComing home don`t never seem to be a celebrationBills they piled up on the coffee table like they`re decorationsBig ol` spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of waterMakes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughterYou feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truckYou feel like laughing so it seems like you don`t give a fuckYou feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn cropYou feel like crying but you think that you might never stopHomes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritisIf this was fiction, it`d be easier to write thisSome folks try to front like they so above youThey`d tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you*chorus*There`s certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeatLike taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receiptAnd writing four figure checks when your accounts depleteThen all your problems pile up about a mile upThinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuffWhole family sleepin on a futon while you`re clippin couponsEatin salad tryin to get full off the croutons`Crosstown, the situation is identicalSomebody`s getting strangled by the system and its tentaclesMisconceptions raise questions to be solvedAlot of b-boys are broke, alot of homeless got jobsYou can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed outMost pyramid schemes don`t let you cash outThey say this generation makes the harmony prayBut crime rises consistent with the povery rateYou take the workers and jobs, you`re gonna have murders and mobsA gang of preachers screamin sermons over murmurs and sobsSaying pray for a change from the Lord above youThey`d tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you*chorus*You like this song cause it relates, it`s you in this rhymeWe go to stores that only let us in two at a timeWe live in places where it costs to get your check cashedArguements about money usually drown out the tec blastsWork six days a week, can`t sleep Saturdays thoughMuscles tremblin like a pager when the battery`s lowAnd you just don`t know where the years wentAlthough every long shift feels like a year spentAnd you can write your resume, but it wouldn`t even mentionAll the life lessons learned doing six years of detentionOr how you learned the police was just some handicappersOn the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappersNow don`t accept my collects on the phoneJust hit me at the house so I know I ain`t aloneAnd we can chop it up about this messed up systemHomies that`s been killed, how we always gonna miss themIt`s almost impossible survivin on this fractionSip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reactionYou gotta hustle cause they`re tryin to push and shove youI`ll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you*chorus*