W-4
Dead Prez
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[intro sample vocals from "American Pimp"] So much shit goes on it makes me doubt about a God -- you know, makes me ask well if there is a God then why am I in the situation that I'm in? Or why is my family going through certain situations when I don't think that they deserve it nah mean? Or why do good people suffer so much and bad people prosper so much? [sample fades out as instrumental comes in] [lighter sparking] Yo Goin out...we light this J up right here...for all the hard working folk cross this country, cross the world For everybody on the grind everyday 9 to 5, 8 to 12 -- you know how we do it Hand to hand, whateva... Yo, yo.. [Chorus - singing] I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show Like this world just don't want us to groooow I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show I ain't tellin' you nothing you don't already know I been working all my life but ain't got nothin' to show want to run up in tha white house and kick in tha do' ohhhhh [Verse 1] What a nigga gonna eat when the refrigerator empty? Work all week let the bossman pimp me? Can't pay no rent till the 15th Landlord call the police to evict me Lookin for a job in the want ads Have you ever been to jail? Know they gone ask Ever took a piss test that you didn't pass? In between jobs in the past? How you get cash? I done worked over hot ass stoves I done picked up trash off roads Winter time in the streets and the cold Many times had to sleep in my clothes on the flo' What you know bout bein' po' seein' most of yo kinfolk be on dope? Ain't nobody in the hood got no hope in this fucked up system and that's why we don't vote Still payin niggaz 4.25 - How the f*ck we supposed to survive? I'm close to the edge, government takin most of my bread in taxes might as well have this close to my head Make a nigga want to wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! [Chorus] Puttin' on my uniform, just a number on a W-4 form.. [Verse 2] See where I'm from it's a few ways out either rappin or sports either dope or the casket You can work to the bone but don't put all yo eggs in one basket We don't never get a piece of the pie Work 50 years, retire then die Stay po', rich folks is the criminal but you don't want to hear me tho' so thank God it's friday, ain't it what we live fo'? Nigga gotta get up out the plantation Same job that my pop had before me Imma pass it down to my seed fucked up situation Make a nigga want to wild out runup in the white house with the gauge out, CLICK CLACK! GIMME MY SHIT BACK BEEYOTCH! [Chorus] My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee but got me fillin' out this application My J-O-Beeee is just like a plantation they owe meeee and got me fillin' out this application [song fades]
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Written by: CLAYTON GAVIN, LAVONNE ALFORD
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