| Yeah, the only one that I’ll ever know
|
| Feeling extra low
|
| Please let me go
|
| Oh Lord, no
|
| (It's my life)
|
| Yeah, the only that I’ll ever know
|
| And it stressed me so
|
| Oh God, bless me soul
|
| Oh Lord
|
| Whether it’s the projects or a trailer park mess
|
| Raggedy the apartment complex
|
| With a stressed out single mom sitting on the steps
|
| Waiting on the mailman, looking for a check
|
| Boys on the corner, pushing out the chest
|
| Questing for anything that resembles respect
|
| Young girls swinging their hair with every step
|
| Looking for affection, settling for sex
|
| Bodies decorated with tattoos and chains
|
| Trying to put armor between you and pain
|
| Wood grain steering wheel, the bass bang
|
| But not enough to drown out the hatred in your brain
|
| The only out is smoking out
|
| Get lean, get wet, get meth, get tore down
|
| Cause who the hell would want to stick around?
|
| Put me in a haze, I ain’t never coming out
|
| They just wanna get you in the system, stick you into prison
|
| List you in the military ship you to the desert
|
| Gigs don’t exist for you to make a decent living
|
| But we got three illegal wars that you can pick from
|
| Keep stressing morals and personal decisions
|
| Tell me what’s moral about these conditions
|
| Who decided you don’t got enough to teach children?
|
| State spending billions, on stadiums and prisons
|
| How many routes can folks really choose?
|
| When you’re oppressed only three lead to you
|
| First one is follow the rules and stay in school
|
| Be the square dude, that society approves
|
| Get a little job or a shitty appartment
|
| Sub-prime mortgage in a failing house market
|
| The after your life dedication and hardship
|
| You died just as poor as you was when you started
|
| Fuck that, what’s up with the second option?
|
| You could always hit the corner and try to get it popping
|
| Get fast guap when you’re out dropping and clocking
|
| But, chances are that you’ll probably die violent
|
| The best hope that you got is getting locked
|
| And end up with a job in a prison metal shop
|
| They ain’t paying nothing but three hots and a cot -- shit
|
| Don’t you know that’s the biggest hustle they got?
|
| Or door three you can get on that welfare
|
| But they ain’t trying to help, they’ll put you in hell there
|
| Give you just enough so you’re not gonna starve
|
| And constantly harass you while you’re looking for a job
|
| Do luck up and someone that got you to punch a clock
|
| And they found about it and your check is getting docked
|
| Can’t win for losing, dehumanizing
|
| You’ll never get caught up, you caught up in a cycle |