Day To Day Spectac (Ft. L.E.G.A.C.Y.)

[Verse One: Spectac]
Ayo this whole game is cut throat
Literally they cutting out votes
While telling poor folks there's still no hope
But as long as there's dope in the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers still can't fly right
That billion dollars we spent could've been some poor man's rent
We wrote him off a product of the environment
And jobs ain't hiring
1/3 is firing
And those that got jobs they thinking 'bout retiring
New York State of Mind, crime, police and firemen
Since 9/11 so many of them dying
Population multiplying
No food to feed 'em
Where's the sad love songs to sing when you need 'em?
And little Billy across the ocean, hoping and wishing
We send him more food instead we send him more missiles
It's so redundant
New Keds they so abundant
The Hiroshima bomb when it dropped, did we learn from it?
It turns my stomach all the games that we play
Everything we do and say still we do it day to day