TalkinBoutTone

I'm not acknowledged 
Unless I speak about what they like
They want the money
But go undecided for the hoes 
They want respect 
But there's no loyal in their code
Bills are getting paid 
If it was up to them I'd be working as a slave
God bless the felons 
They have us roaming in a maze
Diluting us with the media 
Then they tell us go and get a trade
Modern day shit
It's made for us to work for they shit

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