Being Poor is Expensive

Lyrics
[Intro] Ooh, yeah Aight, look [Verse] What's the meaning of life? Get rich or die trying, or live medi' and die Naturally, gradually, atrophy, actually Back where we live, had to dream Getting outta there, gotta do a mazzalean Might even have to "Bohemian Rhapsody" it Everybody wanna check you and grab your queen Get your ches' bored casually Done dirty and splash with bleach Get lead in your head Escaping unleaded, gargantuan feat North West is gasolined for a Patek Phillippe Man'll jump on you like a trampoline, gotta bounce Man are starving and have to eat Got food in your yard and slip, it might be bon appétit Any day of the week of the year could turn into Halloween That's brothers at your door wearing masks and a bag of sweets And man have got rockets in their pockets, not handkerchiefs And end up in the newspapers, but rarely the magazines To capture these tales, need more than Bayeux Tapestries These brothers rap the streets, but their POV fantasies I got allergies to them Ali G's Wearing ballys chatting greaze Air to my ears, cah their chatting breeze Used to buy kebabs down at Ali B's Then stopped 'cause of manor beefs 'Cause Dan going KFC sadly ended in tragedy That's why I go Comptoir and grab a tagine A barbeque ribs, a shrimp and a mac and cheese Or stay home, season up food and cook, just a gyal and me Or go to my aunt's, grab a soup, a yam and dasheen Brothers like to say it's all love, that's a fallacy They'll kill where you're loved in reality, guaranteed Contempt bred from familiarity When you're a Black man like Mallory, that's normality That's why I keep myself to myself I'm in my shell like a langoustine or a lobster That's twenty years before the films I was doing, winning Oscars I didn't need the movies to be surrounded by them monsters I didn't need Guy Ritchie to be surrounded by them mobsters From NW the same as any other youth, but conscious Knowing I was lucky is weighing heavy on my conscience 'Cause where l'm from, there's many Dan Kaluuyas, many Tosins Damsons in distress just looking for other options Could be a John Boyega or a Damilola Even if you're not involved, the zones involves ya And it never stops when you're older, think it's over? [Outro] Let me down easy Give me time to get over you, baby Mind the gap between the train and the platform
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Credits
- Writers
- Toddla T
- Bashy
- Joe Cobb
- PRGRSHN
- Van McCoy