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Damn, man. I’m broker than an old VCR, man. I need a job.Are they hiring at yourJob? I got a stack of red bills at my house. It looks likeValentine’s Day at the crib. MyKids are eating left-over leftovers, man. I can’t foolthem no more. It’s job timeGot to work every dayGot to work every dayMy God there’s got to be more to life than thisThere’s got to be a bigger reason that I existWork to eat to earn my keepTo ensure somewhere to sleep and spend the weekend buyingshitDon’t need economists to know I need pot to pissFollow politics man I ain’t got time to thinkWhat I got to set aside for my retirementCop a double shift pay somebody to watch the kidsSick of all this but can’t take an off dayDoctor’s office I can’t swing the co payTrapped in a network luck just to get workThey celebrate every week nobody gets hurtGreed could never leave well enough aloneThey keep on squeezing till we bleed from every boneAnd we’ll strive hard and stress about the rentProbably still die poor and in debt without a cent butI guess I’ll carry my ass down to the county and see whatLetras de cancionesthey’re talking about. ButYou know they treat you like you shot somebody just becauseyou need a little helpYou’re telling my you ain’t never been down on your luckNever tried to make them ends meet but just got stuckNever slaved at a gig like a bum with a cupAdded all your pennies up and you still ain’t had enoughAnd the jobs full up they ain’t hiringI’m barely surviving not enough to get by withHunger is a constant problem stomach steady growlingPeople getting shot in my environmentStudy go to college is what them people holleringToo many road blocks in the way its not an optionTo say that its impossible I would be lyingBut you ain’t got a chance if you’re not up in that toptenA couple got a scholarship but I am not themAin’t got the skills to pay the bills so my pockets arethinSo until I cop a gig and my hardship endsFixing to line my self up at your welfare office againAnd I expect to be accepted as the man that I amRespectfully and appreciatively Ma’amGod damn you must be out of your mindDo you see this Tea Party stuff, man? Them people look broketheir damn self. ArePeople stressing here’s the questionHow they get people drinking tea in a recessionIt’s deception how absurd is thisHow are so many poor people conservativeA pro artist I put it in the good musicA con artist job’s to make you look stupidLookie here I’ll teach you how to look trough itFirst thing you need to know every con got a hook to itThey seduce you with a little wealthSay you could have some of these crumbs for yourselfIf the government doesn’t make us help anyone elseYou stuck a red sign on your foreclosed houseMake you think you’re taking back your nationThen they turn it over to a major corporationThose companies took the jobs overseasAnd you handed them the wallet out your pocket for freeYou’re staring in the sky with dollar signs for eyesThe blind right wing of a bird that can’t flyJust a peacock with a poked out gutWho’s too fat to fly so his ass just strut butThey’re so criminal minded we’ve been blindedLooking for an honest job and can’t find itThey got a job bill we got a light billIf we don’t pay ours our life is quite real From Letras Mania