Текст песни This Aint Living

This towns so hype its got soul

As a Philly cat

Im with the roll

And the swing of my things

How they work like clockwork

Tick tock tick tock

Times aways lurking in your head

Got to go to work and get fed

That man didnt eat but he goes to sleep

Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise

But because its too damn cold outside

Underneath the bridge they pump the citys bilge

Into the alley they sweetp the citys filth

The flowers wilt the flowers wilt

Dont tell me about no game

Cause that is a man

And his family

Revolution family

Look at the family

Dig the family

Theyre living the wrong way

Cant get nothing

Dont get nothing all they wanted was

Something like a job -- mercy mercy

But its robbed -- mercy mercy

And theres so many street side

Beggars and disabled veterans

Glass-eyed and peddling

Drunk and just meddling

So you conclude its their fault

They like the street they must like the asphalt

But that is man woman and children

The system has stalled shelters home

Thats not what I call it

I call it bad health

Some say help themselves

Yo if you you gots it

Everyone hundred people a dollar in change

Everyone hundred people a dollar in change

This aint living

This aint living

Oh no

You know its rough, had enough fo holding a

Cup full of spare change

The doctor diagnosed me as a

Dome full of bad brains

So, toe to toe with employers

Cause theyre telling me no

Hooked on prescription drugs

So I stay broke, Id run away

But you cant run away from

Yourself or your health so

I deal with the cards that Im dealt

Tweet-a -leet- leet

This morning bird sounding sweet

Though I sleep on the streets

I have a feeling Im free

From societys hand picked hypocrisy

Mercy mercy dont give a damn for me

Mercy mercy now what am I going to eat

Peek through the windows of the restaurant

Peple eating caviar fifth bucks on lunch

A hand-me-down meal

Full of god kows what

Put it away in my gut

Quick and then I wonder

Why Im sick, brick for brick

I know the city like my hand print

Just a pit in the gutter

Of a skid-row ditch

But Ill survive the pain

Let me know Im alive

But I still feel that

This aint living

Check my beat dig they rhythm

Me belly full but me hungry so I fill it

Once I start gaining taxes start taking

Cause the governments perfected funk faking

Breaking me down striking me down

What goes around comes around but

I keep rising seeing through the lies and

The surprise comes when I see myself

The music I felt

Im on

This aint living

This aint living

Oh no

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