They Don't Know

Put any other crew in his place,
 I could tell'em how much I love it 'til I'm blue in the face
 But they don't know, swimming in the surface of a tough gutter
 Smothered by the pillowcase, serving the Dust Brothers
 Dangling my keys to apartments
 Fell short, my only furniture was a carpet
 And Hell's torch seemed to be the light of my future
 An echo in my head saying "I might as well shoot ya!"
 Soul for profit, ghosts and goblins
 Man I wanna croak, or overdose on Klonopins
 My bones malnourished like they able to snap
 And while I'm scraping them scraps, the label collapse
 Dough shit... getting ambushed by the lynch mob
 But I don't have a choice but to stick with a temp job
 Count pages as days go slow
 Thinking to myself "Damn, they don't know..."
 "Check out the story" "It's goin' now down"
 "Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive"
 "Check out the story" "It's goin' down"
 "Make a quick money grip, 'fore yo ass is out"
 Where the check is, what's for breakfast
 Lunch out of the question, a buck we stretch it
 Listen to the growl, the pain's relentless
 All the change in my couch ain't enought to pay rent with
 I wanna get the mailman and shatter his jaw
 What kind of punk brings bills with a stack of catalogs?
 The irony's insane, entirely twisted
 Got the fly gold chain but no pot to piss in
 What a shame, why do we rhyme, the game is fixed
 The only people getting paid is the label, shit
 The slavery ship has landed, it's not just blacks now
 'Cuz anybody that raps get shackled
 One style fits all, you wish you signed that big deal
 But you don't see a dime until you sell like six mil
 Now you can do big things but straight up though,
 Go and ask 'em where your money's at, they don't know.