Sweatshop Union Oh My Lyrics

Unfortunate for me I couldn’t afford to be fortunate.
Shit more like the kid misfortune never missed.
According to the landlord I’m poor as piss, trying to
get this porridge recording hits. The down low: I only
show support in this, but ya’ll really don’t know how
the touring gets. But I just didn’t come here to moan
and bitch, grown folks spittin’ for our own kid’s
benefits. It’s the return of the poor man’s rap for
those who don’t own homes, off-coke rap. I rein enough
love so we showin’ now to them old school cats now
broke from rap. As most see the poor then most emcees
ignore what most these emcees were born and grew up
poor. While we slave in the ol’ work force and pay for
a government that don’t work for us.

Oh my.
Oh, just tryin’ to get by
Lord I’m so tired
Of fightin’ to get mine
Trying to get my
Dough right
Lord, if not lately
It don’t faze me if
Poor I,
Cause I make money
Money don’t make me

Fortunately I believe that we can all agree it is what
it is not what we thought it’d be and if what I lived ain’t what I call it to be I must’ve miss-trained my
psychology. And it’s a mystery, ain’t it; exists among
the miss-created history just like a chain without a
destination. We need food clothes and shelter so we
hustle till we old and helpless. And if you do only go
for the gold and wealth you still alone cause you don’t
know yourself. At the end of the day still gotta eat
still gotta feed the kids still gotta light and heat
the crib. I understand that nobody planned that and
single mothers askin’ where the f*ck their man at. but
like that ad that we do it for love from student to
gov. from school to the clubs, it goes:

Oh my.
Oh, just tryin’ to get by
Lord I’m so tired
Of fightin’ to get mine
Trying to get my
Dough right
Lord, if not lately
It don’t faze me if
Poor I,
Cause I make money
Money don’t make me

(2x)

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