[Verse 1]
I'm on the verge of commitin murder
My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her
She wants me to get a job
I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob
But everywhere I go, I get rejected
They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record
So the least I could do, is look presentable
But I'm labelled by the city as a criminal
They won't give me no slack, Jack
And I got one strike against me already because my skin is black
See I'm irrelevant to Help Wanted signs
And they wonder why niggas commit crimes
My girl pays the rent gas and light
Goes to class at days and works at night
I'm tryin' to get some money I can hand to her
But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin' janitor
Plus I got my little nigga
And I'm tryin' my best to be the right kind of father figure
But my hands is startin' to shake
I'm tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin' for the thirty-eight
I pick it up, man, fuck it
I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats
Lookin for somethin' to hit
I throw on my hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit
I step in the Seven-Eleven
"Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven"
He musta' hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin'
Cause now I'm hearin' motherfuckin' sirens
I tried to run out, three thousand decent
Next thing I know, I'm sittin' in a fuckin' precinct
For tryin to feed a family
I need rubber walls, cause I'm fallin off the edge of sanity
I'm on the verge of commitin murder
My girl is gettin on my last nerve and I don't wanna hurt her
She wants me to get a job
I get harassed cause I'm laying on my ass like a big slob
But everywhere I go, I get rejected
They won't hire a motherfucker with a jail record
So the least I could do, is look presentable
But I'm labelled by the city as a criminal
They won't give me no slack, Jack
And I got one strike against me already because my skin is black
See I'm irrelevant to Help Wanted signs
And they wonder why niggas commit crimes
My girl pays the rent gas and light
Goes to class at days and works at night
I'm tryin' to get some money I can hand to her
But I ain't with bein a motherfuckin' janitor
Plus I got my little nigga
And I'm tryin' my best to be the right kind of father figure
But my hands is startin' to shake
I'm tryin to hold my head because I'm reachin' for the thirty-eight
I pick it up, man, fuck it
I gotta go out and hit the street and get some ducats
Lookin for somethin' to hit
I throw on my hood, cause I'm about to do some stupid shit
I step in the Seven-Eleven
"Come fast with the cash or get your ass sent to heaven"
He musta' hit the alarm, cause I'm perspirin'
Cause now I'm hearin' motherfuckin' sirens
I tried to run out, three thousand decent
Next thing I know, I'm sittin' in a fuckin' precinct
For tryin to feed a family
I need rubber walls, cause I'm fallin off the edge of sanity
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