All I carry's bus fare,
So how do I get by when
Someone's selling issues on the street corner;
When the whole world
Needs a buck-fifty for pop,
And people are dying
'Cause they can't afford a couple highs or jinks.
How do I get by when
No one else can?
'Cause I got about a million green
For half a million brown
That I can sell to you for twice the price,
And see how you like it
When you're shivering cold'n mad
Because I got your money fair and square.
But that's a lil' shaisty,
'Cause I can have all my green
For all your brown
But I still gotta get home
To my family,
To heaven,
To Life,
And I'm a little screwed,
'Cause somehow, somewhere,
I think I lost my fare... |
Submission Name: How Do I Get By
