Flat Pockets Homeboy Sandman
"Flat Pockets" by Homeboy Sandman, released in 2014, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of financial struggles and self-acceptance. The lyrics reflect on the challenges of living with limited resources while emphasizing resilience and authenticity. Its unique blend of introspective storytelling and clever wordplay resonates with listeners, showcasing the artist's distinctive style in the hip-hop landscape.
[Intro]
Yo this goes out
To everybody who believe in God yo
And believe that God runs the universe not money
And everybody who would never do nothing for money
They wouldn’t do for free, you know I’m saying?
Cats taking shorts to get a check
[Verse 1]
When I see someone needy, I don’t call him a bum
I take my wallet out my pocket and I give him a sum
It took some practice, now it isn’t even hard
In truth I don’t believe in money, I believe in God
Think you can believe in both? Nope, what a joke
You go as far as calling people broke
If they ain’t tryna stock up on the root of all evil
You call these people broke of all people
Then who’s fixed?
Is it the ones that you would call the super rich?
The ones who you despise because you really wanna be?
Who generate suffering in ghettos and third worlds?
Colonists who make the dollar their priority?
No thank you, God decides if I eat
And if I have a roof over my head
Y’all don’t believe in God, y’all faking it
If I get a chance to help, I’m taking it
Yo this goes out
To everybody who believe in God yo
And believe that God runs the universe not money
And everybody who would never do nothing for money
They wouldn’t do for free, you know I’m saying?
Cats taking shorts to get a check
[Verse 1]
When I see someone needy, I don’t call him a bum
I take my wallet out my pocket and I give him a sum
It took some practice, now it isn’t even hard
In truth I don’t believe in money, I believe in God
Think you can believe in both? Nope, what a joke
You go as far as calling people broke
If they ain’t tryna stock up on the root of all evil
You call these people broke of all people
Then who’s fixed?
Is it the ones that you would call the super rich?
The ones who you despise because you really wanna be?
Who generate suffering in ghettos and third worlds?
Colonists who make the dollar their priority?
No thank you, God decides if I eat
And if I have a roof over my head
Y’all don’t believe in God, y’all faking it
If I get a chance to help, I’m taking it
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