Dead prez - W-4 lyrics
[Dead prez - W-4 lyrics]
So much shit goes on it makes me
Doubt about a God - you know, makes me ask
Well if there is a God then why am
I in the situation that I'm in?
Or why is my family
Going through certain situations
When I don't think that they
Deserve it nah mean?
Or why do good people suffer so much
And bad people prosper so much?
Yo goin outwe light this J up right
Herefor all the hard working folk
Cross this country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5
8 to 12 - you know how we do it
Hand to hand, whateva yo, yo
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothing
You don't already know
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to groooow
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothing
You don't already know
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in tha white house
And kick in tha do' ohhhhh
What a nigga gonna eat
When the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman pimp me?
Can't pay no rent till the 15th
Landlord call the police to evict me
Lookin for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to jail?
Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?
In between jobs in the past?
How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves
I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the cold
Many times had to sleep in
My clothes on the flo'
What you know bout bein' po' seein' most
Of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this
Fucked up system and that's why we don't vote
Still payin niggas 425 - How the
Fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge
Government takin most of my bread
In taxes might as well have
This close to my head
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Runup in the white house with the gauge out
CLICK CLACK! Gimme my shit back beeyotch!
Puttin' on my uniform
Just a number on a W-4 form
See where I'm from it's a few ways out
Either rappin or sports either
Dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but don't
Put all yo eggs in one basket
We don't never get a piece of the pie
Work 50 years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the criminal
But, you don't wanna hear me tho' so
Thank God it's friday
Ain't it what we live fo'?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had before me
I'mma pass it down to my
Seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Runup in the white house with the gauge out
CLICK CLACK! Gimme my shit back beeyotch!
My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation
They owe meeee
But got me fillin' out this application
My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation
They owe meeee
And got me fillin' out this application
Doubt about a God - you know, makes me ask
Well if there is a God then why am
I in the situation that I'm in?
Or why is my family
Going through certain situations
When I don't think that they
Deserve it nah mean?
Or why do good people suffer so much
And bad people prosper so much?
Yo goin outwe light this J up right
Herefor all the hard working folk
Cross this country, cross the world
For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5
8 to 12 - you know how we do it
Hand to hand, whateva yo, yo
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothing
You don't already know
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
Like this world just don't want us to groooow
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
I ain't tellin' you nothing
You don't already know
I been working all my life but
Ain't got nothin' to show
Wanna run up in tha white house
And kick in tha do' ohhhhh
What a nigga gonna eat
When the refrigerator empty?
Work all week let the bossman pimp me?
Can't pay no rent till the 15th
Landlord call the police to evict me
Lookin for a job in the want ads
Have you ever been to jail?
Know they gone ask
Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass?
In between jobs in the past?
How you get cash?
I done worked over hot ass stoves
I done picked up trash off roads
Winter time in the streets and the cold
Many times had to sleep in
My clothes on the flo'
What you know bout bein' po' seein' most
Of yo kinfolk be on dope?
Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this
Fucked up system and that's why we don't vote
Still payin niggas 425 - How the
Fuck we supposed to survive?
I'm close to the edge
Government takin most of my bread
In taxes might as well have
This close to my head
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Runup in the white house with the gauge out
CLICK CLACK! Gimme my shit back beeyotch!
Puttin' on my uniform
Just a number on a W-4 form
See where I'm from it's a few ways out
Either rappin or sports either
Dope or the casket
You can work to the bone but don't
Put all yo eggs in one basket
We don't never get a piece of the pie
Work 50 years, retire then die
Stay po', rich folks is the criminal
But, you don't wanna hear me tho' so
Thank God it's friday
Ain't it what we live fo'?
Nigga gotta get up out the plantation
Same job that my pop had before me
I'mma pass it down to my
Seed fucked up situation
Make a nigga wanna wild out
Runup in the white house with the gauge out
CLICK CLACK! Gimme my shit back beeyotch!
My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation
They owe meeee
But got me fillin' out this application
My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation
They owe meeee
And got me fillin' out this application