Winter of our Discontent

[Verse 1]
I do hope that these letters are finding you well
If you poaching open medals or confined to a cell
If you studyin' Sanheim
And sippin' on fine wine
Or guzzlin' a cool brew, workin' the combines
And if your landlords kickin' you out
On your buttocks or the tax man cometh and he's strippin' ya house
Cause the dick still piss in a drought
And the boss still bully you and shit in your mouth
Or your mad cause Madoff
Made off with the cash and your laid off
Bastard its Adolf
Back in the rack attacking the wrong enemy we
Tit for tat and tatter the flag's pedigree
I do hope you find your serenity still
Seems the only option to you is surrender or kill
They do owe it to you to speak the truth on the hill
But I'd die respresentin' Bobby Kennedy's will

[Verse 2]
I do stress over shit that is out of my hands
I do wish that I didn't but I doubt that I can
I do not know how to say Oc slow down
Need to eat, gimme beef, lock load blaow
Call me a neurotic but its not your sound
Its a sure thing, third string, double a verb swing
With with out on this train pro-nouns
(???)robotic when I lay flow down
((???)robotic when I lay flow down)
My payloads spray like a claymore round
Yep, that's wrapping a gift basket
For hip hop heads to laugh and kids gasp at
Peep through the cracks and see past that
Music of the people this is rap's chief asset
Each passionate last minute dash in it fashion it cash a keepin' his past in it
Free speech advocate
Now ya see it now ya don't
Poof
Like a magic trick
We group words gain mass like an aggregate
There's more medicine in music than a lab rat's dish

[Verse 3]
I do keep my family close it's no secret
My prose frequent
(???) exposed weakness
When cold reaches
Those who would grow peaches
Dreams of the cream can freeze
Like a slow weekend
When your paychecks based on sales
And the goddamn NASDAQ train derails
I do need to move a couple thousand albums sure
But too many of ya lost your house or out of work
Ya pound the dirt
Took a look around and search
Somewhere in the city works bound to lurk
It's a bland landscape I stand around and clerk
And my damn manager sees me frown and smirks
But if I bitch about the system I'm crowned a jerk
Fall in, hut two son, look alert
You want pay, sell shoppers all this merch
When the name brand country lost its shirt, huh
What can I say that's business
But I don't have to act like I don't wanna stitch the bigwigs
I do transmit, submit a wishlist
The number one bullet is that listeners dig this