MoonMan - Feeling Low lyrics

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MoonMan - Feeling Low lyrics

[Verse 1: Dizzle Morrison] These are the... words of the lyrical genius Been running the good race without a breather Moved out of the hood, but it ain't give me amnesia I'll never forget all of its treacherous features The cold nights no power to turn on the heater Cold hearts emotions are thrown in the freezer Cards and hard both dealt by the dealer Sin City's filled up with non-believers They tell us to have Faith Go to school work real hard and graduate So we can have a plate And we can levitate and marry the good life With a good wife once we're divorced from Sallie Mae Student loan money spent on a pair of J's Bill collectors calling up my house everyday They gone take my money if I put it in a bank So I keep it in my stash right underneath where I lay Bad credit makes it hard for me to get a place What I owe is about to double all because of interest rates It's gone take 100 years for this to be erased I know you can relate, but believe me when I say God's on time, but your check's late Know the Sun gone shine, if you just wait They put the world on your shoulders until your neck aches Right before it breaks, I'll be your neck brace... [Chorus: Dizzle Morrison] Keeping your heads high When they're feeling low Dizzle Mozart's "The Marriage of Figaro" Masterpiece for the place where they're living poor And lack digits in an age so digital (x2) [Verse 2: Dizzle Morrison] I'm so blessed to be following destiny This ain't a job THIS is more like a quest for me Searching for answers to what nobody's questioning Something is cooking, but I don't know the recipe So I'm sniffing out the ingredients Ratatouille of Rap, no rat But I got a feeling it's time to start dodging the traps Find expedients that aid in succeeding in civil disobedience Become an inconvenient truth Be a bridge for a generation lost and aloof Or a ladder for the stranded ones on top of the roofs When the floods flooded they showed us as scuzz buckets What was, wasn't bet the “saints” know I'm telling the truth They say that we're thieves and nothing to believe in Then wonder why we're under achieving We've been bobbing and weaving Up in the ring fighting trying to get things even-steven Seeing lots of bereavement, but little agreement Addicted to poverty with no treatment Heathens in office, impeachment is offered If we want it holler if you hear me when I am preaching We're boxing champs, with a naked waist Egypt fought AND won, let us imitate They put the world on your shoulders until your neck aches Right before it breaks, I'll be your neck brace [Chorus]

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