30 For 30 Freestyle: Day 8

Yeah, I ain’t have no silver spoon
I ain’t have no wealthy parents
I ain’t inherit a million dude
I got into trouble, I was stealin’ food
I went to college, my loan’s been approved
I applied for jobs, I got interviewed
I didn’t get ‘em, I felt miniscule
So I had to work with my hands and I was ridiculed
By close minded mothafuckas in a business suit
But this is our America, Wall Street winnin’
Takin’ everythin’ they can from us
So we gotta scam, that’s the only way we catchin’ up
I don’t run with snitches, ain’t nobody out there catchin’ us
Nah, they got everythin’, why they takin’ ours?
It don’t make sense
Why the hell are people homeless in a city that got vacant houses?
Man, it don’t make sense
They won’t break bread but there’s people starvin’
And workin’ hard at the same job
We came from nothin’, they claim they start with the same odds
Playin’ god, they decidin’ who live and die
Hand on the bible, stare the devil in the eye
The wealth is concentrated, power concentrated
They riddle us with Ritalin to help our concentration
More people dyin’ off prescription medication
Than the shit that they lock us away with