The Four Owls, BVA, Verb T, Leaf Dog - All my life lyrics

All my life all my life
All my life poor poor man

I see many people suffering
Stuck in the gutter rummaging
Clucking for something just to give
The gut a little nourishment
Stomach stays summonin' the hunter within
Pulled to surface
Human beings forced to primal urges
Trees that are blazed are
Sellin' for mega P's
Still money don't grow on trees
Assumin' it's legal
Keep planting the seeds initiating the sequel
To leave you
Diggin' for the root of all evil
They act like they real
When they lead at least their see through
They're fishy with the skriller like
The man be shifting seafood
It's funny how things change
Debated for the people
That's the way they made it
The money made us unequal
I speak what I feel no reason to be deceitful
Or bring war, to your door
Material possessions I ain't into them at all
'Cos everything I truly love you
Never get receipts for

We step in this game with
No pennies to our names
Why you acting like you're rich
With a pocket full of change
Life is a strain for the real people hustling
It doesn't add up
Like paying desperate money jugglin'
Wonderin' is this really part of the plan
The peckin' order of man
By the bottom we stand
To get rich and expand is the
Dream that they're sellin' us
And when we can't do it they'll
Proceed to keep tellin' us
Jimmy's only words were "too much dicks"
So broke I'll steal your whole
Mansion brick by brick
Think quick, through the country of god
With a load of fake names
Making claims all your grass it's lost
All I really own is these words I was given
Preserved in the rhythm for
The future to listen
The point I ain't missin' 'cos
I ain't like you
I never found peace without the
Wars I went through

All my life (All my life all my life)
All my life (yeah son)
All my life (All my life all my life)
I've been a poor poor man

All my life (All my motherfuckin' life)
All my life (All my life all my life)
All my life (All my piss poor life)
Poor poor man

Yo much on my mind, I don't find it funny
In the struggle with the leeches
How you've gotta mind your money
The little I've got
They wanna take it from me
I don't praise the table but
Man my family must eat
I'm not a crook but was
Gettin' money off the books
Don't remember where mister tax
Man I'm sorry look
I'm 'bout to go legit tryna
Start the music shit
Maybe get a little nine to five
If I ain't makin' shit
Maybe this is just irresponsible
For a family man
Writing chunks music spins puttin'
Money in the bank
So no I can't do the free collab
But thanks for asking but now I'm an asshole
Deep in the overdraft that
Makes me past broke
Its only money, don't say that you can't cope
I say that makes a lot
Of other things hard though
Verbs yes I rip flow so
Better show me the dough

I'm not piss poor i'm not shit rich
Money's a bitch
It turns kids into fucking dicks
In my life I've learnt that
Life's on some other shit
Feelin' like an alien that's
Comin' from the mothership
I spit my own gold bars
And print my own notes in my rhyme pad
Drop me in shit's creek and I will float
I've always been a sort of
Level headed kind of bloke
That works hard to get the shit I
Want for that rhyme I wrote
The test of time will be
The one that's really showing
Get enough RESPECT to keep me flowing
My bank rolling, growing
It's shrinking without me knowing
I could be going mental but I did this for me
And all I need's a pencil and instrumentals
To get the track cracking like
Some earthquake offence do
The paper's what breaks us and
Make it look gloomy
And I tell it how it is but
Most would think I'm a loony