Lyrics Rich Man Poor Man - Mr. J. Medeiros, Møme

Rich Man Poor Man

Rich man take a poor mans fashion
Rich man take a poor mans music
Rich man take a poor mans passion
To utilize it for his amusement
Poor man take a rich mans actions
Poor man take a rich mans tool kit
Poor man take a rich mans assets
To utilize it for revolution
Hard times take strong men
Strong men make easy times
Easy times make soft men
But soft men made these times
Hard times take strong men
Strong men make easy times
Easy times make soft men
But soft men made these times
Example
Check in the pocket this morning I’m feeling
The calling the feening that any moment I’ma cash
Feeling like I made a deposit and paid to the prophets
Of markets the paper so I can profit off of rap
Crash caught’em in their mourning men in mort age selling mortgage
Telling all they couldn’t coordinate the graph
According to the fall but now they’re crawling up the wall
While they be holding up the straw that’ll be falling on your back
Crack step on the fable the men who enabled the lending
Disabled the many warnings of the math
Falling like a man on all fours the family walls
The men it involved were then absolved from the act
Fact call it what you want but when they crawling in your wallet
On the polls you know the same old song and dance
According to the fall but now they’re crawling up the wall
While they be holding up the straw that’ll be falling on your back
Rich man take a poor mans fashion
Rich man take a poor mans music
Rich man take a poor mans passion
To utilize it for his amusement
Poor man take a rich mans actions
Poor man take a rich mans tool kit
Poor man take a rich mans assets
To utilize it for revolution
Rich man take a poor mans woman
Rich man take a poor mans pride
Rich man say a war is looming
Rich man say fight fight fight
Poor man gettin raised by a woman
Poor man see the rich mans wife
Poor boy gotta rage a blooming
Poor boy gonna pay the price
Hard times take strong men
Strong men make easy times
Easy times make soft men
But soft men made these times
Hard times take strong men
Strong men make easy times
Easy times make soft men
But soft men made these times
Again
Check in the pocket this morning I’m feeling
The calling the feening that any moment I’ma cash
Feeling like I made a deposit and paid to the prophets
Of markets the paper so I can profit off of rap
Crash caught’em in their mourning men in mort age selling mortgage
Telling all they couldn’t coordinate the graph
According to the fall but now they’re crawling up the wall
While they be holding up the straw that’ll be falling on your back
Crack step on the fable the men who enabled the lending
Disabled the many warnings of the math
Falling like a man on all fours the family walls
The men it involved were then absolved from the act
Fact call it what you want but when they crawling in your wallet
On the polls you know the same old song and dance
According to the fall but now they’re crawling up the wall
While they be holding up the straw that’ll be falling on your back
They getting the best of me
Pushing and prying and stressing me
The push to be violent is temping
They lying and testing me trying to lessen me
High up and hiding they lesson me
On how to make kind the aggressive me
All while denying they’ve been fortifying
And then codifying this recipe
But I’ll co-defy in this recipe
Never behind all the bars that they set for me
Never behind cause I’m always ahead of thee
Up in your mind I mean really a head of me
They got a head only good for confetti I
Swing at it blindly until I have emptied see
I can go Mayan and climb up that triangle eye
Then it’s *slice I am beheading thee