Freestyle from a desperate poor mans point of view and an arrogant rich man and how theirs worlds collide
What day is it, where am I damn my change got stolen lip swollen, forty on the ground cop standing over me kicking my feet damn shoes gone too oh wait sold those last week for a ham and cheese see the glock in his hand eyes flash trigger about to be squeezed, so I sneeze he says God bless you I punch him and flee now I am free. Streets cold beneath me go to the tunnel I could stay warm another night another day better to be warm then hungry which is worse oh shit there goes a dude in a nice suit his ladies got a purse I hate to do this but shit I need what I need and she’s about to get murked let’s hope I can do this without anyone getting hurt.
Rich Man
Where, where's my driver motherfucking be inventing like he McGuiver don’t care that he has a family I have a whole line of people dying to be in his seat fuck his kids having to eat I got this hot chick iam trying to meet. Wifey can't know has to be somewhere discrete maybe upstate with some candles oh wait here’s the car where the hell have you been asshole? Sorry boss this cop ran out into the road some homeless man hit him so he chased him down the block almost ran into the car nearly dented the hood if you were there you would have understood.
I don’t give a fuck just open my door get into the car drive down to 47th between 5th and 6th so I can woo this broad who frequents that corner bar. Step inside whole room stops blonde hair blue eyes she tried to play it off minute I pulled out those dollars I knew she was mine saw the pearls around her neck at 26 reflect the high maintenance that will allow me relocate this check to my crib like she the nets she said I don’t sleep on the first date I said nah babe this dinner and movies just a business and pleasure connect.
Homeless man
I see them walking outside here is my time lord forgive me but just let there even be a dollar in there so I could buy some bread I push her to the floor say bitch give me all you got man screams she tried to run I trip her damn Iam getting hungry so Iam sloppy nearly missed her oh shit there goes that cop there goes that flash of light I try to escape I say maybe it just grazed but in the back ground I hear some dude saying hit em again another blaze and Iam laid been in this situation on the opposite side so many days and nights last thing I see is a man with a sign saying well work for food and a man laughing at him saying another john doe and a story that I tried to tell that everyone pretends not to know....
Rich Man
Stupid cop nearly got me shot I swear to god sick of all these lazy ass homeless retards I work for mine I turn his body over his face down on the ground and oh man he looks just like me, turn him and get closer look at him and suddenly I see that’s not my twin it what I would be if this money wasn’t with me.....
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