J Kits - The Roller Song lyrics

[Verse:1] Fresh out the can, screaming free Sudan Got my mind on this paper, so whats the plan Ain't got no alternative but to bang Cause I'm down on my luck trynna up this cash Ain't nobody giving nothing to me And these, these young bloods man they quick to bail But you want to be my goons, or Pistol Petes But I'mma put them on their back, I won't skip the beat An ex-con can't get no job So what I'm supposed to do to feed my moms? You know what I'mma do, Blood, help me God Cause survival is the rule, middle finger to the law [Hook] Sing along to the roller song My name ain't Obama, and I ain't LeBron Got a baby on the way, life is hard Ain't nobody to blame this is all-out war Sing along to the roller song My name ain't Obama, and I ain't LeBron Sing along to the roller song... [Verse:2] Sing along to the roller song I ain't no got money, but I got God I got ambition, I got charm And if all else fails I got the .44 long Screw Mr. Mitt Romney too If the words that I say seem to bother you You need to be concerned with impoverished youth Who just to eat a meal got to rob and shoot My records ain't the problem dude I'm just the voice of the bottom few The wants and the have-not column who Live a life crime all thanks to you So here's to the funds you cut The scholarships and social promos for us The jails that you build just to lock us up Great job guys, lots of luck Cause I'mma do what I'mma do And may not really care if it constitutes The breaking of the law and abandoned rules Cause the way you rig the game, I'm bound to lose [Hook] [Verse:3] You can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig You can wrap it up, still a smelly fish You can censor Shyne, crime still exist Help the poor, lets tax the rich Mr. President, yeah I'm glad for him But this ain't got to do with the color of skin Cause' from the trailer park, to the gutter I live We are suffering whether dark or pink So, I'mma roll how a roller roll Say I'm selling dope, but I'm selling hope I'm trynna numb the pain to the lives you broke You ain't, teach me nothing; this is all I know I got the stimulus packages Put the workers on the corner, make 'em traffic it Cause mama I'mma roller, we don't have to live And poverty has lead us all to sacrilege [Hook]