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Coins In A Barrel


Coins In A Barrel 

It's really hard to see a problem with moving product 

When this country was built on the black man's labor  

 That doesn’t mean its right  

Still, it's funny when Blackman tries to move weed, now they try to cause a huge fight.  

This is the problem  

We are working for a country that has its own line of reasoning 

Working a 9-5 just to get taxed and have needy mouths to feed 

Yet you can't do what you have to do, because you got to understand that sometimes it's not just seasoning, 

It's the meat that you have in the first place when you're trying to eat at the table of the self-righteous “governing” 

Hear what I'm trying to say 

We`re in a country that was built off our sweat and tears 

 A country that didn`t care  

Whether it's now or later it`s going to be hard to be built up in a country 

Where they used to beat a black man in the same sentence  

They would a take black woman down to lay one in her gears 

Focus on yourself and focus on your grind 

But when you get your money  

You got to make sure that you don't take down your own race this time 

Because the truth is we are struggling in a country that’s not really ours  

Don’t bother taking a black man's change when really our dollars are like Penny showers to any race not akin to ours  

 

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