On the Give and Take
Somebody fill me in
on the give and take
Please, somebody ...
please, anybody
Somebody tell me
what is real and what is fake
I wanna hear it from somebody
I need to hear from anybody ... no copies
I see walking mannequins nobodies
I’m starting to shun everybody
Somebody got a bad habit,
for goodness sake
They wanna keep theirs,
and still eat my angel cake
Just another silver spoon
slice of give and take
Another fork tongue bite
mark of give and take
Another knife to my life ...
gangsta give and take
For my labor,
they wanna give me nothing
Then take away
my freedom of choice to make
They wanna give me no mercy,
and take away none of my mistakes
Now I know why,
I’m always so thirsty
Somebody gave me
a bottle squeezed empty
taste of give and take
They gave me a whole lot of chest misery,
with their coffin cake funeral carryout take
They sure gave me plenty of cemetery grief,
when they took away my freedom to breathe
This devil cake cremated bake
was their last give and take
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