Just postin this because people be saying I need to write more meaningful stuff so here it is live from the 3rd World.
My people, they dont hustle, they dont ever gang-bang
They sit on dirty corners on every block it's the same thing
Because the poverty stricken houses they live in
Do not provide the shelter all of us have been given
A poor worker walkin in traffic sellin candy
Workin for an industry that just dont find him dandy
He stops a car and tries to make a fuckin dime
Only to get rejected and thrown back in the same line
A dirt boy tryin to quench his thirst
His mom aint go no money so he expects the worst
He decides it might be best to steal from some tourist
But everybody knows nobody cares for the poorest
From the corrupted government officials tryin to control shit
They tell their people that we all have a say kid
But in the end it don't matter, we still gettin robbed
Wanna start a revolution, a fuckin lynch mob
For all the Che Guevaras out there sayin that they true
It's hard to believe that when they dont ever cry too
I feel the tears that always pour down my cheeks
Like them little girls beggin for money every week
The capital maybe growing but my village is still poor
Wondering whatever happened to the NATO next door
We still living in the same conditions we grew up with
We gotta change this shit man we gotta make a shift
Sooner or later someones gonna start a revolution
But the feds are all just gonna call it a goddamn restitution
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