Give And Take

Grouch

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    I work my fingers to the bone
    My elbow grease heaps
    Benefits get reaped, I keep talk to a minimum
    Props are never rendered on my own
    I'm my master, sellin' tapes for cash
    Fuck the middle-man bastards, though
    It've been faster to take that route
    I'm observant, those who didn't
    Thats unfortunate how it turned out
    I learned early that beatin' fools is a worldly trade
    Man how you gonna profit off the music that I make
    C'mon now, I'll trade you for somthin' equal
    But robbing artists blind isn't the way to be treatin' people
    And, I can see that its gonna take some sweat
    But perseverance plus the talent forms a weapon,
    And, we steppin' in fresher this year
    Objects in the rear view are closer than they appear

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    It's a give and take
    What you're given's what they take
    There's no leftovers
    Only scraps on the plate (x2)

    Give me a break, what do they have to pay for?
    The energies from earth, what do they own that to?
    A slew of bills fill my mailbox on the month
    The numbers stump me like math
    I gotta pay to take a bath, what?
    Pay to see my ass
    And pay for them to haul away the trash when it's full
    Pay to heat my food
    And pay to watch the tube,
    And if I don't have cable there's no channels for me to flip
    And that's more grip, and if you're poor, shit
    They only give a few extensions
    Dimensions of the plot run thick
    Pretty soon we'll pay for air when they figure out how to sell it
    Tell it like you know it and everybody wants to laugh
    Probably never hear the truth 'til they take away the cash

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    Chorus (x2)

    So many ways to drain the lifespan
    Sometimes I worry late at night and
    Try to fight the urge to smoke that beady
    But despite man's will
    Still my lungs are smoke filled
    And I hope to build with better tools
    But I be playin' the fool still
    Like let me get a sausage mcmuffin with eggs
    A lil' liquor to get on a fade
    I would really have it made
    If she would spread her legs
    Probably aid me to my death before I got the chance to age
    Wagin' war all my life
    But even if I didn't
    Somebody else could do it
    And wish me my good riddance
    When I'm gone
    Send me on my path my merry way
    Time is but the test
    We livin' in scary days

    Chorus (x2)

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