Underdog Lyrics - The Coup

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue 

This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two 

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog 

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog 

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue 

This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two 

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog 

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog 

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaninglessly 

And the newborns who get fed intravenously 

Somebody's mom caught a job and a welfare fraud case 

When she breathe, she swear it feels like plastic wrap around her face 

Lights turned off and it's the third month, the rent is late 

Thoughts of being homeless, crying till you hyperventilate 

Despair permeates the air then sets in your ear 

The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share 

Coming home don't never seem to be a celebration 

Bills, they piled up on the coffee table like they're decorations 

Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water 

Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter 

You feel like swingin' haymakers at a moving truck 

You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck 

You feel like getting so high, you smoke a whole damn crop 

You feel like crying but you think that you might never stop 

Homes with no heat stiffen your joints like arthritis 

If this was fiction, it'd be easier to write this 

Some folks try to front like they so above you 

They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you 

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue 

This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two 

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog 

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog 

There's certain tricks of the trade to try and hault your defeat 

Like taking tupperware to an all you can eat 

Returning used shit for new saying you lost your receipt 

And writing four figure checks when your accounts deplete 

Then all your problems pile up about a mile up 

Thinkin' about a partner you can dial up to help you out this foul stuff 

Whole family sleepin' on a futon while you're clippin' coupons 

Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the croutons 

'Crosstown, the situation is identical 

Somebody's getting strangled by the system and its tentacles 

Misconceptions raise questions to be solved 

A lot of b-boys are broke, a lot of homeless got jobs 

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be assed out 

Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out 

They say this generation makes the harmony pray 

But crime rises consistent with the povety rate 

You take the workers and jobs, you're gonna have murders and mobs 

A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs 

Saying pray for a change from the Lord above you 

They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you 

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue 

This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two 

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog 

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog 

You like this song 'cause it relates, it's you in this rhyme 

We go to stores that only let us in two at a time 

We live in places where it costs to get your check cashed 

Arguments about money usually drown out the tec blasts 

Work six days a week, can't sleep Saturdays though 

Muscles tremblin' like a pager when the battery's low 

And you just don't know where the years went 

Although every long shift feels like a year spent 

And you can write your resume but it wouldn't even mention 

All the life lessons learned doing six years of detention 

Or how you learned the police was just some handicappers 

On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers 

Now don't accept my collects on the phone 

Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone 

And we can chop it up about this messed up system 

Homies that's been killed, how we always gonna miss them? 

It's almost impossible survivin' on this fraction 

Sip a 40 to the brain for the chemical reaction 

You gotta hustle 'cause they're tryin' to push and shove you 

I'll tear this motherfucker up since I really love you 

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue 

This is for my folkers, um, check, one, two 

This is for my folkers who never lived like a hog 

Me and you, toe to toe, I got love for the underdog