Lyrics Poor Mans Song Pt. 2 - Leaf Dog

If there's a place
Where we could do what we want
And not get treated like some cunt, please tell me
I need to know that
If there's a place
Where we could do what we want
And not get treated like some cunt, please tell me
This for the people who ain't never had nothin'
Ain't bluffing
Staying pissed up with the herb puffing
You think you're superman with a little less clarity
But my back is broke like Clarke in reality
See we made the best of it
While they made the rest of it
Blaggin' off my dealers 'cause I can't pay the tic
Have to take another hit
Just breathe don't let it blip
On this jumped up prick
You'll see red and go sick
Half the country is dyslexic
And half them are MC's
And most will agree they chat shit
Like are MP's
Tempting me to own my own keys
But I get paid so little, even my pockets are charge fiends
So rep your amigo by the words from my mouth
'Cause like the casino I could never get the house
There's a boss and it shouts to them, "It's all the same"
But to me and you I don't even need to explain
If there's a place
Where we could do what we want
And not get treated like some cunt, please tell me
I need to know that
If there's a place
Where we could do what we want
And not get treated like some cunt, please tell me
So if your income is coming through your phone
Then stand up
Don't even own your own home
Then stand up
Have to play the nine to five row
Then stand up
Or barely surviving on the dole
Then stand up
Never had a penny to your name
Then stand up
Went just as quick as it came
Then stand up
Wish that we could make more than change
Then stand up
But only we could ever make it change
So stand up motherfucker
(What the fuck)
The poor man's song, part two, we war on