drug busts.....blood rush, moms in the kitchen fryin crack ...its breakfast
time and not a dribble of milk around for baby
.....and i have pressed dried daisies on my pillow case...
welfares a b****, food stamps dont get you s***...wake up to check if every
one still inhales
stale mail ...sour content.....the rents due and moms pregnant
.......and i have dried daisies on my pillow case

your tought cops are bad......stealings ok....and making money (no matter
how) is the best way
souls of my feet are tough
head on my shoulders is heavy....
stockmarkets lookin up and gods lookin down........and i have daisies on my
pillow case

no way out, and no way in
your blessed with the right to walk the streets you rezide in....
jobs are optional.....moneys not.....slip the check threw the
slot......either feed or starve...........
and here i lay every night with dried daisies on my pillow case.







 
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