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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