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[Verse 1: Red Pill] Now I was sitting in my car chain-smoking on my break Windows open start to notice that I'm hopeless every day Between the hard drinking And the smoking, start thinking 'Bout the folks who gotta do this to they graves You can't afford to walk up off the job Cause you gotta get your money and your money is your god So now at least seven days a week You see me trading in my soul for somebody to keep Whole parking lot smells like weed Co-workers selling coke out they SUVs When you can't afford to live Off the wages that they give Can't afford to feed your kids Time to do some other shit These situations got em faced with Different combinations Plus they lock 'em up in a safe, shit We need to find a way out Need that new escape route We're digging up our graves now. [Hook] So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up) You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up) Letras de cancionesThey break us on down 'til we giving up Put is in the motherfucking ground they don't give a fuck And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much) And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough) Look 'em in they face middle finger up They trying to put us in our graves [Verse 2: Verbal Kent] Yea, it's like clockwork Hustle makes the world go round Play your role and everybody on your block work Problem is, you low on the food chain Cash rules everything around me... including the Wu-Tang Life takes your breath away Earn a living for what? So you come up, die, and give the rest away? The system plays you, leaves you in a mound of debt And won't let up 'til you're pronounced dead If I get laid off May just have to let crime pay off Or Bernie Madoff will try and burn you like Adolf Money is the root of evil It's got people shooting people For food on the table, such is human behavior Before I die, wanna live Not work for the rich Put clothes on his kid's back while mine pinch the pennies? No sir. I would rather starve than Give him the shirt off my back like I'm Tarzan [Hook] So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up) You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up) They break us on down 'til we giving up Put is in the motherfucking ground they don't give a fuck And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much) And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough) Look 'em in they face middle finger up They trying to put us in our graves From Letras Mania