For Food and Cash

I watched my cousin die slow, so I'm cold blooded
I don't want to return, staying just above it

Looking to burn, thinking when I, rolled up the worm
the vision, of knuckle heads to learn
dumping your pistols, during critical terms, twist and turn

Sacrifice wishes to earn, do what you gotta do, adjourn
tough and firm

The world is crashing, down fast
they pistol, whipping, people over gas

So

The economy blues, how long will the misery last

No job with mouths to feed
holding liquor stores, up with a m-16
it's bad

And if you get mad, getting lost, in my pen and pad
I reminisce, about the fun, we had
cause times is sad
I sit and think about all the struggles and the hustle

That we had to use, for food and cash

Written by: Desia Scales (Alien Artform)