I feel myself sometimes trapped in my own world. I feel myself sometimes trapped as a little
girl. I feel myself sometimes not knowing where I want to be. I feel myself sometimes filled up with envy.
Cause I can't get a job, should I rob?
My pockets saying yes,
my mind is saying you should not
But welfare ain't supporting me
And this minimum wage is just sheltering me
I feel myself sometimes
thinking of the crime
Of the crimes, these minimum
Got me in a criminal state of mind
And now I can't maintain,
it's overcome my brain
The government is loving it
when they feel my pain
Cause poverty got our souls bleeding
And money is the key to
everybody's greed
It's 44 ways to do some door receivin'
when you's a fiend
Searchin' for a scheme in the
motherfuckin' dream
Deluxe, now let me throw on my black suit
And me and my crew gon'
do a robbery or two
For true, cause if you dare,
I don't really care
I'm tired of bein' broke and
fuck life just isn't fair
Let's sit back and think, let's rob a bank
And anybody steppin' in the
way is gettin' sprayed
B .A.
Bank teller, where the money dweller?
I'm sick of cleanin' clothes
for stupid hoes like
Cinderella
It's getting to the point I
can't deal with myself
But this is really how I just feel with myself
I feel myself sometimes
trapped in my own world
I feel myself sometimes trapped as a little girl
I feel myself sometimes not
knowing where I wanna be
I feel myself sometimes
filled up with envy
Cause I can't get a job, should I rob?
My pockets saying yes,
my mind is saying you should not
But welfare ain't supporting me
And this minimum wage is just jolting me
Miss
Dawson, how you do with
your badge and suit?
Wonderin' what the fuck am I up to, huh?
Is this a friendly visit?
Or am I just another blackness
statistic on your shit list?
Cause when you look into my eyes,
can you tell?
I be disguisin' myself for
other people's wealth
If you can't,
let me paint a picture of it clearly
If I'm guilty, no question,
lie detections, regret
Only those who chose to cross
up in my section
Confession, I ain't afraid to shoot you
Cause prostitution and the projects
seem to be this bitch's only future
So put the money in the bags,
don't push a button
Making false fuckin' moves,
hoe, love a son
Even if I hear the wind blow,
you gon' have a meeting with your nice folks
In the clouds, though, for sure,
I'm tired of being broke
Bustin' and disgustin'
at the end of my rope
Labeled as a dick -suckin' trip,
turnin' home
Stealin' mutts' wallets,
spreadin' violence, silent
Listenin' to the tickin',
talkin' of the clockin'
Watching security guard
attempt to play hard
No time for fright
Once we pull this heist
Try and change my life
If the price is right
If the price is right now
I feel myself sometimes
Trapped in my own world
I feel myself sometimes
Trapped as a little girl
I feel myself sometimes
Not knowing where I wanna be
I feel myself sometimes
Filled up with envy
Cause I can't get the job
Should I rob?
My pockets saying yes
My mind is saying you should not
But welfare ain't supporting me
And this minimum wage is just y 'all to me
I feel myself sometimes
trapped in my own world
I feel myself sometimes trapped as a little girl
I feel myself sometimes not
knowing where I wanna be
I feel myself sometimes
filled up with envy
Cause I can't get a job, should I rob?
My pockets saying yes,
my mind is saying you should not
But welfare ain't supporting me
And this minimum wage is just y to me
No love, see that's how I
be feelin' sometimes
You be in another state of mind,
you be trapped
In your own little world,
people can't understand
They wonder why you get high
You know what I'm sayin',
you be tryin' to escape
Escape from reality
You know you be doin' bad,
your pockets broke and shit
And people can't relate
to how you be feelin'