The Coup


This is for my folkers who got bills overdue

This is for my folkers, um, check one two

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog

*repeat chorus*

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly

And the newborns who get fed intravenously

Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case

When she breathe she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face

Lights turned off and its the third month the rent is late

Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate

Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear

The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share

Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration

Bills they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations

Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water

Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter

You feel like swingin haymakers at a moving truck

You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck

You feel like getting so high you smoke a whole damn crop

You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop

Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis

If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this

Some folks try to front like they so above you

They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you


There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat

Like taking tupperware to an "all you can eat"

Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt

And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete

Then all your problems pile up about a mile up

Thinkin about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff