Ugly Heroes - Graves Lyrics
[Verse 1: Red Pill]Now I was sitting in my car chain-smoking on my breakWindows open start to notice that I'm hopeless every dayBetween the hard drinkingAnd the smoking, start thinking'Bout the folks who gotta do this to they gravesYou can't afford to walk up off the jobCause you gotta get your money and your money is your godSo now at least seven days a weekYou see me trading in my soul for somebody to keepWhole parking lot smells like weedCo-workers selling coke out they SUVsWhen you can't afford to liveOff the wages that they giveCan't afford to feed your kidsTime to do some other shitThese situations got em faced withDifferent combinationsPlus they lock 'em up in a safe, shitWe need to find a way outNeed that new escape routeWe're digging up our graves now[Hook]So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up)You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up)They break us on down 'til we giving upPut is in the mother*****ing ground they don't give a *****And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much)And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough)Look 'em in they face middle finger upThey trying to put us in our graves[Verse 2: Verbal Kent]Yea, it's like clockworkHustle makes the world go roundPlay your role and everybody on your block workProblem is, you low on the food chainCash rules everything around me... including the Wu-TangLife takes your breath awayEarn a living for what?So you come up, die, and give the rest away?The system plays you, leaves you in a mound of debtAnd won't let up 'til you're pronounced deadIf I get laid offMay just have to let crime pay offOr Bernie Madoff will try and burn you like AdolfMoney is the root of evilIt's got people shooting peopleFor food on the table, such is human behaviorBefore I die, wanna liveNot work for the richPut clothes on his kid's back while mine pinch the pennies?No sirI would rather starve thanGive him the shirt off my back like I'm Tarzan[Hook]So where you trying to go? Gotta dig em up (dig em up)You moving too slow, better pick it up (pick it up)They break us on down 'til we giving upPut is in the mother*****ing ground they don't give a *****And when it's us, they ain't giving much (giving much)And when it's them, they don't get enough (get enough)Look 'em in they face middle finger upThey trying to put us in our graves
