Uh, quit my job, working life written off,
Five kids, having trouble chewing what I've bitten off,
- It's true, the cheque had me getting soft,
Everyone forgot me, so now, everybody gettin' robbed,
- You prolly like, "Juana, just go back to work",
-But I'd have to wanna be a slave for that to work,
- And everyone sees income as attached to worth,
Everything is Gucci, long as Gucci on the actor's shirt,
-Work a tractor, or sell crack, you attracting dirt,
Scream 'trap life', well, yeah, but the trap is earth
I tried to stay on track, track ended, hit the wall,
Broke my neck, broke my back, now they trying to bust my balls?
Ain't got a lot left, my clothing it is not fresh,
I'm sleeping on a futon, in closing, I'm hot mess,
-Empty water table, bucket's back dusty,
Firefight with life, I'm buckin' back, trust me.
(Bobbi)
(Pre)
And I broke my back and I broke my neck
Trying to stay on track, trying to cut the check;
(Chorus)
When the well runs dry, do you stick around or do you say goodbye?
When I'm on the ground, do you pick me up or do you keep me down?
Too in love with your money, makes you sell your soul,
Too in love with your money, makes your heart go cold
My heart cold, black too, charcoal,
- Don't even think it's there, it's just a dark hole,
Getting money tend to leave you with a parched soul,
Track middle gotta be my high, it's how an arc go,
- It's art, so, I gotta' play my part though,
Used to have ambitions and a spark, til I parked those,
Trying to fill plates up, witness got a partial,
Kinda told the end, but where to start though? A barcode,
-I want, everything you got for sale,
I need top and tail, and you gon' need a miracle to top the tale,
- String of other hustles I will not detail,
Sing enough for suckers and you'll suffer to get locked in jail,
- Thought prevails, call me David Copper-fail,
Magic with a heist, rough sailing; greed'll rot your sails,
- Plotting on the plot, but the options frail,
Talk, it ails, thoughts in Braille, picture it go off the rails.
(Bobbi)
(Pre)
And I broke my back and I broke my neck
Trying to stay on track, trying to cut the check;
(Chorus)
When the well runs dry, do you stick around or do you say goodbye?
When I'm on the ground, do you pick me up or do you keep me down?
Too in love with your money, makes you sell your soul,
Too in love with your money, makes your heart go cold
Listen, - I don't know what fondness is,
- I don't got friends, I got accomplices,
-Missing morals, pride, victories, accomplishments,
Negative's a matter of time, so let's get on with it,
Nerves shrugged off, ceiling served buckshot,
Everybody down on the ground, move you must not,
-Employee touched the button, had my luck change,
Helicopters, cruisers, motorcycles and the trucks came,
- - I ain't giving up though,
I need the money, this is money by the truckload,
Odds ain't in my favour, it's a blowout,
Time to show out, if I go out, then I go out, no doubt,
Partners dropped their weapons though, tell me where your heart at,
No need for a stethoscope in your case, you disgraces,
- Stopped me in my tracks like some disc-brakes,
On the ground, all of it untied, like my kicks laces.
credits
from SickSongsToo Ft. Bobbi Redd,
released July 1, 2018
Written By: A. Stewart & N. Latella
Produced By: DepoDarce
Additional Guitar: A. Stewart
Recorded, Mixed & Mastered By: Mike Donaldson, for Serenity Soundworks
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
