Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Jobless, artist - Heiruspecs. Album song Theskyisfalling, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 13.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Jobless |
| We always seem to go the path we know |
| And no one notices |
| And the other path below is lined with gold |
| That’ll be where my focus is |
| Record over still spinning listen to the pops |
| Everybody say they winning, gunning for the tops |
| While I’m not |
| Steady chilling, watch me get the props |
| Dues paid, news made, knowing I don’t got a lot |
| But, hey, I’m good with it |
| Drive around the hood with it |
| Stood with my kin |
| Colors of skin like Joseph’s jacket |
| Exposed to racket |
| Know the bracket that I’m in |
| Blend the rich and poor, the middle |
| I’m just trying to hack it |
| Earth spinning, 20 years of my rhymes |
| Bomb hard when you know it’s your time |
| That’s just how to shine |
| All about mine, you all about yours |
| I’m curious George |
| My flame to the forge |
| On 24/7 like a lottery sign |
| I’m on my mind expanding grind |
| Learning all of the time |
| Ignoring all of the bullshit, all of us fine |
| Restoring all the hood shit, really not on my mind |
| Hood rich when you can leave any time |
| I’m looking at my timeline thinking this was supposed to be about fun |
| Now it’s all about the guns and money |
| I’m looking at the news thinking that the blues go against the colors like they |
| gangs and that shit ain’t funny |
| The first 48 |
| My first 16 a harbinger for sure |
| For the dollars and fame we endure |
| The allure of the life |
| The mic device I hold stole control, right |
| Still, no sign of that brand new rolls |
| My brother doesn’t have a license or a car |
| My wife doesn’t ride a bike, man, that just too far |
| My son my world spinning and I’m looking at the stars |
| Maybe cause I’ve been drinking like I passed the Bar |
| I need a jar of that good shit |
| A can of that heat |
| A man on his feet |
| Stand and defeat |
| Hand in the street |
| Foot in the office |
| All of this good |
| I’m small, just stood |
| That’s all you can do |
| You be a man, not defined by the hood |
| My heroes were cartoons and business owners |
| The sense of good and evil, it controls us |
| Role models were my parents for better or worse |
| Shit is deeper than what I put into this verse |
| We always seem to go the path we know |
| And no one notices |
| And the other path below is lined with gold |
| That’ll be where my focus is |
| When the going, is rough |
| You better, be tough |
| Come on, get up |
| It’s never, enough |
| And it’s all, for what? |
| Just ball, just ball |
| Get all, the stuff |
| It’s never, enough |