Lawrence Mulrooney - Act III lyrics

Rap game filled with rapping slaves tuck ya chain Radio I turn it on its all the same We all end up in the grave just at different pace A kid chisels at a rock for forty days for the necklace you Quickly pay an arm and leg the guards are armed Lost his leg and arm when he tried to run away he pray to Bane Cause all he see are Dark Knights Took his own life Only way he saw to make the pain go away Safe to say Masters moved into the banks Getting paid off of high interests rates These dumb f**s spending what they don't make Well I do make tunes keep you thinking keep you moving now Really what are you doing are you doing what you wanna do Living life like this really keeping you comfortable Talking like this cause I'm reaping lifes benefits And its incredible pumping out all these decibels And lend a helping hand when the road isn't visible Just put ya wipers on and wipe that sh** away Or down Lil Boosie I'm spitting straight toothache I'm a need a dentist while I travel in this couchette She ain't brunette No sweat I got ice cubes are we there yet