All My Life - The Four Owls

All My Life - The Four Owls
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor poor man
I see many people suffering
Stuck in da gutter rummaging
Clucking for something
Just to give the gut a little nourishment
Stomach it stay summonin' the hunter within
Pulled to surface
Human beings forced to primal urges
Tree's that are blazed are sellin
For mega peace
Still money dont grow on tree's
Assumin' its legal
Keep planting the seeds initiating the sequel
To leave you diggin' for the root of all evil
They act like they real
When they lead at least their see through
Their fishy with the skriller like
A mammy shifting seafood
Its funny how things change debated for the people
Thats the way they made it
The money made us all equal
I speak what i feel no reason to be deceitful
Or bring war To your door
Material possessions i aint into them at all
'Cos everything i truly
Love you never get receipts for
Leaf Dog
We step in this game with
No pennies to our names
Why you acting like your rich
With a pocket full of change
Life is a strain for the real people hustling
It doesnt add up
Like paying desperate money jugglin'
Wanderin' is this really part of the plan
To take an order from tha' man
The thought that we stand
To get rich and expand is the dream
That their sellin' us
And when we cant do it
They'll proceed to keep tellin' us
Jimmy's only words were "to much dicks"
So broke ill steal your
Whole mansion brick by brick
Think quick through the country other
With a load of fake names
Making claims on your grass its lost
All i really own was these words i was givin'
Reserved in the rhythm for the future to listen
The point i aint missin'
Cos i aint like you
I never found piece without
The wars i went through
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor poor man
All my life
All my life
All my life
Yo
Much on my mind i dont find it funny
In the struggle with the leeches
How you've gotta mind your money
The little ive got they wanna take it from me
I dont praise the table
But man my family must eat
Im not a crook but was gettin'
Money off the books
Dont remember where mister tax man im sorry look
Im 'bout to go legit tryna start the music sh*t
Maybe get a little nine to five
If i aint makin' sh*t
Maybe this is just irresponsible for a family man
Writing chunks music spins puttin money in the bank
So no i cant do the free co-lab
Thanks for asking but now im an asshole
Deep in the over draft that makes me past broke
Its only money dont say that you cant cope
I say that makes a lot of other things hard though
Verb yes i rip flow so better show me the doe
Im not piss poor
Im not sh*t rich
Moneys a b**ch it turns kids into f**king dicks
In my life ive learnt that life's
On some other sh*t
Feelin' like an alien thats comin'
From the mothership
I spit my own gold bars and writ my own notes
In my ryhme pad drop me in sh*t creek
And i will flow
Ive always been a sort of level headed
Kind of bloke
That works hard to get the sh*t
I want for that ryhme i wrote
The tester time will be the one
Thats really showing
Get enough R E S P E C T to keep me flowing
My bank rolling growing
Its shrinking without me knowing
I could be going mental
But i did this for me
And all i need is a pencil
And intsrumentals
To get the track cracking like
Some earth quake offense do
The papers what breaks us
And make it look gloomy
And i tell it how it is
But most would think im a looney
All my life
All my life
All my life
I have been a poor poor men
All my life
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All my life
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor poor men
All my life
All my life
All my life
Poor poor men
All my life