Them mojo zombies don't get cold.
They hustle money at every store.
I'm on the grind, tired of being poor.
I'm saving, I can't donate anymore.
I was so broke, I had two shoes
Work shoes, and house shoes.
I did not have any change to spare.
It's these words I bless you with to show I care.
You still have time to apply yourself.
I could give you a dollar but it would not help.
I'm going to shoot you some game, in a spiritual form.
I won't feed you the pork, but you can work on the farm.
I'm still counting old money.
Tight as a virgin, trying not to spend.
Life is a sport, give it your all. If you're sitting on the bench, then you're not going to win.
G
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