Kane Mayfield - Reganomics lyrics

[Hook: Eze Jackson] When you live by your instints the jungle seems fair Spend your life trapped in these project hallways where people dont care BUT EVERYBODY BROkE, rich people dont have our problems, they won't know less we rob them Reganomics got me pulling on my boot straps... I swear to god i'll stop robbing when my loot stack [Verse 1: Kane Mayfield] Once upon a time, in a land called Jersey there lived these two kids who was thirsty One was named jim, he was worse than broke, stayed with a jacked up fade, his homeboy slim who would slap ya bwaay They was savages, too poor for guns so they ran with sh**, loosers stealing juices and plantian chips Banned from every bodega, hunger make a man grow desparate, start plotting on poppin em a lexus We gone get paper, paper the vapors in they nostrils, Slims granddad a cop he saw his Glock once He be dozing off dog we can get it, ideas reefer scented, slide there if we can get this ride fam we'd be REPPIN They went and got the burner out the closet, all night looking for a target Up in central park its dark in the winter, white lady, keys jingling, slim pulled the heat trembling Squeezed and the scene different [Hook: Eze Jackson] When you live by your instints the jungle seems fair Spend your life trapped in these project hallways where people dont care BUT EVERYBODY BROkE, rich people dont have our problems, they won't know less we rob them Reganomics got me pulling on my boot straps... I swear to god i'll stop robbing when my loot stack [Verse 2: Kane Mayfield] We still in the slums, but this time Jamaica, lil natty head bwoy named jacob He would watch the planes in the sky of the people goin farin' ice box bare he nyam pon aringe Teefing out the market, running from athorities, bumped into this man said pardon me Fada me na wanna be a gangsta or shotta, but if me dont teef, I die we have nutting to eat And for you to come walking through my hell hole, tick money fat belly talking pon your cell phone disgust me Where ya from, Kansas never heard of that, ya camera ain't deserving of your ownership ill work with that A pit-tance to you, could feed i, and I for tree months, likkle trinkets mean much in the ghetto we JUST Pray-Jah-D liver me from poverty, and forgive me ruff you for your property, cause this my last robbery [Hook: Eze Jackson] When you live by your instints the jungle seems fair Spend your life trapped in these project hallways where people dont care BUT EVERYBODY BROkE, rich people dont have our problems, they won't know less we rob them Reganomics got me pulling on my boot straps... I swear to god i'll stop robbing when my loot stack [Verse 3: Kane Mayfield] In downtown Manhattan, where stocks get trade off, there lived this old man named Madoff The stock market king came from queens, far rockaway his top was gray, a million dollar smile and a dream Ran a hedge fund for rich people, even wrote the rule book, its cool but he had a little secret He would just keep it....send you fake statements like "your stocks up" and you ain't relly make sh** But you ain't really pay-a-ten-shen to the basics yall, thanking Uncle Bernie for the free lunch you paid him for Ran the SEC, Sat as the chairman of the board, a cop and a crook comitting fraud Then his sons turned him in, and he say that said that he's sorry But he was just a poor kid eating all the pork yall discard Did, from your fridge, cooked his books and raped the salaries Of billionairs, Bilderbergs, and charities All hail his majesty ........