Из альбома: Ugly Heroes
[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)
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
[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