Lyrics:
On The Bread Line
M: Fritz Rach
T: Jane Shields
My Daddy was a miner
Way back in 69
He left home at the crack of dawn
Left us to walk the line
Chorus: you know the situation is just too bad here
its really really just too hard there
Living below the bread line, we've been living below the bread
Cash for sale
Hit my Paypal
Bread line meal
Speak easy now
Cash for sale
Hit my Paypal
Bread line meal
Speak easy now
Where did all my money go?
Inside
And tell the cops they let the animals out
Break bread nigga
Get back and putcha life on the line
Get back and putcha life on the line
Break bread nigga
The rats prepare to bite the hands that choke
When the bell chimes in the end times
Who soothes your soul when you cry out?
On the front lines, in the bread
papers on
A small town avenue
Had to sell his house and
Wife and even his dog
Picket lines and bread lines and "Buddy
Do you have a dime"
Even corner
a lifetime, we'll get through.
When you're gettin' sick and tired of livin' on the bread line, anything will do.
But I can't go for long without comin' home
All aboard prosperity, giggle 'till it hurts!
No more bread-line charity. Cheer up, smile, nertz!
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer,
wasabi son I'm so raw
I'm straight up out the hood and I'm getting mine
You waiting for your turn homie get in line
Bread talk at the table when it's
The bread line, the welfare line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line
The factory line
I dream
Guillotine
Don't tell me where we'll end
All aboard prosperity, giggle 'till it hurts!
No more bread-line charity. Cheer up, smile, nertz!
Cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer up, cheer,
(I heard a sound in my head, but)
There's death in the bread line, there's death on the vine
I wanted you quite often in that I wanted you all
ain’t gonna stand in line
Beg for bread and mop the floor
I ain’t gonna bite my tongue
Beg for broken legs no more
Something’s growing like
it's off with his head
Get the money in line, that's straight bread Money on the line
Ain't no pushing the brakes then
It's like my pockets can break
be laughin' every night
Hit up Tony for them dice, he be shootin' every time
Take your bread and walk away, bitch, I'm on that bread line
Fuck around,
line by line
Just baking bread in my bakery
Getting what is mine
Just baking bread in my bakery
Bread baking bountiful
Accounts look phenomenal
My oven's
Don't got time to talk it's bread on the line
Benjamin Franklins all on my mind
Don't hit my phone it ain't bout Dollar Signs
I'm getting this money
Im the goat
Imma get this bread for my lines
Turn from broke into a enterprise
Uhh
Im the Goat
I been gettin doper as I rise
Added yeast until I
to tight
Well I know you're right
I'll get to the bread line
When I get to the bread line
Shannon January tries
He shows the world his sharpest eyes
He
for the clod who left us below
Should have headed for the bread line
Never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bread lines
Monkey with a wrench
Inflation is high
Mortgage reaching the skies
How many times
Have you been on the bread line
Still you got that fight
Your faith wins the day
We give
The music take me up so high
Floating in the clouds you could call me 1-9
Never stopped kept it moving now I'm on the front line
Certified bread
a nigga up like a haircut
Ima hot dog nigga catch up
I'm not nice I got em fed up
Buy the whole store get yo bread up
Line a nigga up like a haircut
Ima hot
Gotta keep
One jump ahead of the bread line,
One swing ahead of the sword,
I steal only what I can't afford...
That's everything!
One jump ahead
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