Can you look up to sky and tell you me what you see?
abandoned, homeless, i'm wrecked
i was looking for hope obama was elected
i was looking for change but hell just intersected
these streets aint clean, sometimes we aint got water
how am i suppose to get bread or feed my daughter
every day it keeps getting worse times get harder
i work hard but don't get no hope
no revisions in my future no room to cope
you say things will get better but you sold our property
you feel accomplishment with no understanding of poverty
like a sick feeling inside that you can never abide
telling me to get to work or frolick and die
said you give me a raise but the mothafucka lied
so i sit around my whole life turned upside down
you really want me to come to work and burn it all down
so the news can report me as the bad man
but inreality was just the sad man
never given a choice or an option
now you put my kids up for adoption
you say you give but in reality you take
baking a cake with contents that make it fake
tryna understand and relate for a niggas sake
just puts more money in your pocket
something you understand you fucking mock it
unlock my glock my hands feeling unsteady
redemptions calling and i'm ready
big chip on my shoulder
telling myself you'll mature as you get older
but hell itself couldn't compete with this temper i made it colder
a notion in my head
continue working for these niggas i'm better off dead
inbred parasites inditing my imperfections
hungry for the money they pilen up the collections
but with god by myside itchin for a correction
makeshift sometimes you gotta believe
sometimes you gotta sacrifice for a greater need
sometimes you gotta close your eyes and watch your deed bleed
building forty-two this stories starring you
open doors heavens calling i'm blasting through....
abandoned, homeless, i'm wrecked
i was looking for hope obama was elected
i was looking for change but hell just intersected
these streets aint clean, sometimes we aint got water
how am i suppose to get bread or feed my daughter
every day it keeps getting worse times get harder
i work hard but don't get no hope
no revisions in my future no room to cope
you say things will get better but you sold our property
you feel accomplishment with no understanding of poverty
like a sick feeling inside that you can never abide
telling me to get to work or frolick and die
said you give me a raise but the mothafucka lied
so i sit around my whole life turned upside down
you really want me to come to work and burn it all down
so the news can report me as the bad man
but inreality was just the sad man
never given a choice or an option
now you put my kids up for adoption
you say you give but in reality you take
baking a cake with contents that make it fake
tryna understand and relate for a niggas sake
just puts more money in your pocket
something you understand you fucking mock it
unlock my glock my hands feeling unsteady
redemptions calling and i'm ready
big chip on my shoulder
telling myself you'll mature as you get older
but hell itself couldn't compete with this temper i made it colder
a notion in my head
continue working for these niggas i'm better off dead
inbred parasites inditing my imperfections
hungry for the money they pilen up the collections
but with god by myside itchin for a correction
makeshift sometimes you gotta believe
sometimes you gotta sacrifice for a greater need
sometimes you gotta close your eyes and watch your deed bleed
building forty-two this stories starring you
open doors heavens calling i'm blasting through....
