Letras
Ayo, I'm broke as a joke but it ain't nothing funny
Live capitalistic and what sticks? Money
I'm surrounded by shiny cars and new shoes
Every 30 days I'm singing the rent blues
And dues I'm paying, I been in debted
Negative account, late notice, bad credit
And imagine my despair cause when I turn on the TV
Most of the people making money spitting negativity
We live in strange days
But most how it works in mysterious ways
And it seems like people can never get ahead
But excited when they get a job making more bread
But my people's making $5.95 (struggling)
My people's making $12.60 (struggling)
My people making $22.50 (struggling)
That's why some people get a job hustling, bustling
Yo, one day at 5 o'clock, take time out, chill
And watch a bus stop, watch a busy intersection
Commuter train doors, look what money done did
Do you do what you love or do what you gotta?
Cause push came to shove, strange days my people
We gotta make a living
People making money off of what's God-given
What's God-given, what's God-given!
Strange days always do worry
Hey, hey, oh oh
Strange days always do worry
Hey, hey, oh oh
Yo, as the world turns, if there's no time left
I'ma fight to the end, pushing my last breath
At the edge of my soul where vengeance crept
A black man wept, tears fell, the ultimate death
Head hung low, music industry's real slow
Rocking bobos on stage and after the show
My single's out though, don't fret, they ain't hearing me yet
Pressing eject, I'm gone up off the jet
And I can't even feed my seed
Wondering why black folks drink, fuck, and smoke weed
As if that was all we got
I pour my heart and soul into hip-hop hoping I don't drop
(Drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop, drop)
Strange days always do worry
Hey, hey, oh oh
Strange days always do worry