All My Life - The Four Owls

All my life

All my life

All my life

Poor poor man.

I see many people suffering

Stuck in da gutter rummaging

Clucking for something just to give the gut a little nourishment

Stomach it stay summonin' the hunter within

Pulled to surface, human beings forced to primal urges

Tree’s that are blazed are sellin' for mega peace

Still money dont grow on tree’s, assumin' its legal

Keep planting the seeds initiating the sequel

To leave you, diggin' for the root of all evil

They act like they real

When they lead at least their see through

Their fishy with the skriller like a mammy shifting seafood.

Its funny how things change debated for the people

Thats the way they made it, the money made us all equal.

I speak what i feel no reason to be deceitful

Or bring war.

To your door.

Material possessions i aint into them at all.

'Cos everything i truly love you never get receipts for.

We step in this game with no pennies to our names

Why you acting like your rich

With a pocket full of change.

Life is a strain for the real people hustling

It doesnt add up, like paying desperate money jugglin'

Wanderin' is this really part of the plan

To take an order from tha' man, the thought that we stand

To get rich and expand is the dream that their sellin' us.

And when we cant do it they’ll proceed to keep tellin' us.

Jimmy’s only words were «to much dicks»

So broke ill steal your whole mansion brick by brick.

Think quick, through the country other

With a load of fake names

Making claims on your grass its lost.

All i really own was these words i was givin'

Reserved in the rhythm for the future to listen.

The point i aint missin' 'cos i aint like you.

I never found piece without the wars i went through.

All my life (All my life all my life)

All my life (Yeah son)

All my life (All my life all my life)

Ive been a,

Poor poor man.

All my life (All my motherfuckin' life)

All my life (All my life all my life)

All my life (All my blissful life)

Poor poor man.

Yo.

Much on my mind, i dont find it funny

In the struggle with the leeches

How you’ve gotta mind your money.

The little ive got, they wanna take it from me

I dont praise the table but man my family must eat.

Im not a crook but was gettin' money off the books

Dont remember where mister tax man im sorry look.

Im 'bout to go legit tryna start the music shit

Maybe get a little nine to five if i aint makin' shit.

Maybe this is just irresponsible for a family man

Writing chunks music spins puttin money in the bank.

So no i cant do the free co-lab.

Thanks for asking but now im an asshole.

Deep in the over draft that makes me past broke

Its only money, dont say that you cant cope.

I say that makes a lot of other things hard though

Verb yes i rip flow so better show me the doe.

Im not piss poor

Im not shit rich

Moneys a bitch it turns kids into fucking dicks.

In my life ive learnt that life’s on some other shit

Feelin' like an alien thats comin' from the mothership

I spit my own gold bars and writ my own notes

In my ryhme pad, drop me in shit creek and i will flow.

Ive always been a sort of level headed kind of bloke

That works hard to get the shit i want for that ryhme i wrote.

The tester time will be the one thats really showing

Get enough R.E.S.P.E.C.T to keep me flowing.

My bank rolling, growing, its shrinking without me knowing

I could be going mental but i did this for me

And all i need is a pencil and intsrumentals

To get the track cracking like some earth quake offense do.

The papers what breaks us and make it look gloomy

And i tell it how it is but most would think im a looney.