You came to me…
Said you need to get on your feet…
Asked me for a G
So you can get some weed…
Picture dhat…
How you figure your pockets are gonna get phat
How you figure that dough won’t go…
When you get picked up by the Po…lice
Now what you gonna do…
Can you still get on your feet?
Or you just can’t wait to get back on the street
….Just to sell some more weed….
You said no one will hire you..
And jobs keep firing you…
You came to me for a hook up…
And you had me fuked up…
But I looked out…got you job
At my job…something small
But surely good….With yo background…
But you got caught…smoking urb in the bathroom…
And to whom…
Do they look down upon…
I’m the one…
Because I referred you…
But you came to me..
And as a sista…
I looked out for you…
Only for you to *** me too….
I ask, “Are you sure you want to get on your feet?
Or this air that you’re just blowing me.”
And you say, “Naw…I just prefer easy street….and I can make more money standing on the street
rather than sweeping the street.”
So there I say. “True dhat B. So why did you come to me.”
I’m trying to help you do right
But you continue to do wrong…
Then you come running back to me…
Sing the same old song…
I know your background…
I know who you hang around…
Half in jail half on the way in…
Tell me…When will you let this malice
This vindictive conviction of life in this society…
Release its hold on you…
Because I know you came to me…
But obviously..I can’t help thee…
Said you need to get on your feet…
Asked me for a G
So you can get some weed…
Picture dhat…
How you figure your pockets are gonna get phat
How you figure that dough won’t go…
When you get picked up by the Po…lice
Now what you gonna do…
Can you still get on your feet?
Or you just can’t wait to get back on the street
….Just to sell some more weed….
You said no one will hire you..
And jobs keep firing you…
You came to me for a hook up…
And you had me fuked up…
But I looked out…got you job
At my job…something small
But surely good….With yo background…
But you got caught…smoking urb in the bathroom…
And to whom…
Do they look down upon…
I’m the one…
Because I referred you…
But you came to me..
And as a sista…
I looked out for you…
Only for you to *** me too….
I ask, “Are you sure you want to get on your feet?
Or this air that you’re just blowing me.”
And you say, “Naw…I just prefer easy street….and I can make more money standing on the street
rather than sweeping the street.”
So there I say. “True dhat B. So why did you come to me.”
I’m trying to help you do right
But you continue to do wrong…
Then you come running back to me…
Sing the same old song…
I know your background…
I know who you hang around…
Half in jail half on the way in…
Tell me…When will you let this malice
This vindictive conviction of life in this society…
Release its hold on you…
Because I know you came to me…
But obviously..I can’t help thee…