Crooked I - Never Been lyrics

[Intro: Crooked I] {Twitter Shout-outs} [Verse 1: Crooked I] I look out my window, I see homeless people sleeping Catching Z's on the cement, wonder if they even dreaming Meanwhile PETA beefin' over who should be a vegan Feeding animals better food than these people are eating One of em told me Walmart just fired 20 workers For 6 months straight, nobody would hire any workers I'm so hungry I could cry, wouldn't lie for any purpose Could you find it in your heart to buy me any Churches Bottom of 20 pieces, sh**ty in these city streets Too many penniless peeps, plenty Remy in your reach That could be a enemy to man cause really when he drinks he thinks f** a 50 dollar billy gimme brinks You know how it goes, no nuts no glory b**hes on my dick, hoe what's your story? Probably want kids, no luck, no Maury Looking for a Joe, go f** Joe Torre I'm from a place where, snakes never play fair The ninth dude at the table but it's only 8 chairs A stand-up guy til I'm rocking gray hairs Giving lame squares a blank stare, like I ain't there Cause lames swear they getting bank, but can't share with a char-ity You can't care, then homie change your game player Best believe we all bleed and breathe the same air From here to St. Claire, I speak my mind because I ain't scared Somebody gotta tell you this Cancer k**s way more Americans than any Arabic terrorist We use more money to fight them than finding a cure So a little kid sits there with his chemo-therapist Hair falling out while his vital signs weaken He'll be dead while his parent are in debt for his treatment It's a cold world, O M G If I was God, I'd be like Oh My Me Some of us humans are so grimy I'm thinking out loud homie don't mind me Week 8, you wasn't expecting this I gotta give you j**els can't keep em all on my neck and wrist And f** the police you triple 6'd Nero Caesar Overseers and Luc-i-fers, we don't need ya, heroes neither C.O.B's a secret society from here to Rio de Ja-neiro Man the truths already known Religion been f**ing my people way before Eddie Long n***as ain't got tomato sauce to put spaghetti on Preachers live in fat houses, call em they Larry Holmes You see our maximums might of been your minimums Prayed for baby food having a diaper was a miracle Sugar water bottle man, no vitamins and minerals Future of a fireman ain't brighter than a criminals That's how we feel, n***as starving navel touching your spine Putting food on the table wasn't a crime You unable to get signed to a label Life ain't a f**ing rap video so watch the cable f** with ya mind But what you do in the dark'll come to the light So I shine all day because I grind all night Seven series Beamer now I need to bring my team up Street sweepers on the block cause we in this thing to clean up SSUTT SSUTT C.O.B my n***a yeah SSUTT SSUTT C.O.B my n***a yeah SSUTT SSUTT, SSUTT SSUTT, SSUTT SSUTT [Outro: Crooked I] {More Shout-outs}