Graves

Now I was sitting in my car chain-smoking on my break
 Windows open start to notice that I'm hopeless every day
 Between the hard drinking
 And the smoking, start thinking
 'Bout the folks who gotta do this to they graves
 You can't afford to walk up off the job
 Cause you gotta get your money and your money is your god
 So now at least seven days a week
 You see me trading in my soul for somebody to keep
 Whole parking lot smells like weed
 Co-workers selling coke out they SUVs
 When you can't afford to live
 Off the wages that they give
 Can't afford to feed your kids
 Time to do some other shit
 These situations got em faced with
 Different combinations
 Plus they lock 'em up in a safe, shit
 We need to find a way out
 Need that new escape route
 We're digging up our graves now.
 So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up)
 You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up)
 They break us on down 'til we giving up
 Put is in the motherfucking ground they don't give a fuck
 And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much)
 And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough)
 Look 'em in they face middle finger up
 They trying to put us in our graves
 Yea, it's like clockwork
 Hustle makes the world go round
 Play your role and everybody on your block work
 Problem is, you low on the food chain
 Cash rules everything around me... including the Wu-Tang
 Life takes your breath away
 Earn a living for what?
 So you come up, die, and give the rest away?
 The system plays you, leaves you in a mound of debt
 And won't let up 'til you're pronounced dead
 If I get laid off
 May just have to let crime pay off
 Or Bernie Madoff will try and burn you like Adolf
 Money is the root of evil
 It's got people shooting people
 For food on the table, such is human behavior
 Before I die, wanna live
 Not work for the rich
 Put clothes on his kid's back while mine pinch the pennies?
 No sir.
 I would rather starve than
 Give him the shirt off my back like I'm Tarzan
 So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up)
 You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up)
 They break us on down 'til we giving up
 Put is in the motherfucking ground they don't give a fuck
 And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much)
 And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough)
 Look 'em in they face middle finger up
 They trying to put us in our graves