Music For Shoplifting (Explicit)

Music For Shoplifting (Explicit) - P.O.S

I write ryhmes then rhyme right

Yea that about sums it up

But while some of them get crunk I gets

Stories and truths

I share views

See I see why

Crews choose the fox fews

I see in CNBC

See and be seen rather shown

It's crystal clear without a PCS phone

P O S is known for heart

Spit from my hole

Put it to music heartbeats

And let you download the ringtone

And from a broken home stories are hard times passed

And in a broken home

That ain't a breeze it's a draft

Because the window is cracked

It's where the heart is

Broken or not I won't turn my back

Word to grace though

It's thanks for the womb and support

Let's see that smile

You ain't gotta worry no more

We ain't gotta worry

We tough

And we can deal with whatever comes up

This is for those who can't pay the rent

Run out of toilet paper

Find the sunday paper

Wipe your a** with the president

This is for them thugs

Who dealt crack but stopped

'Cause they saw first hand what crack does

This is for all the artists

Who know their work is just a drop in the ocean

But do it anyway hoping

This is for everybody who carries the world's weight

But stands up straight

Put a hand up try to relate

Now

Is it the money or the past dues

The switchblades or stab wounds

Why's it always gotta be bad news huh

Why's it always gotta be bad

You choose

Want some new sh*t

Or fix what you have

See growing up I shook the bobber

On the poverty line

But wait I got away with the bait

To this minute

I'm dealing with night crawlers

Who ruin my math

So what you think

New sh*t or fix what I have

A think of hooks

Write lines in sync with the times

Get fished in caught by the decline

I fought only to find

I'm not right in the mind

I'm left I mean I'm fine

Just not so fking blind

Rather be forgotten

Than remembered for giving in

Refuse to lose my name like sen chihiro

Away with spirits I am fear personified

No place to hide if you're locked in your mind right

You ever feel like you've got a closet to clean

You can't find the key you look

But you lost the damn thing

You ever feel you know exactly

Where the f**k it is

But don't want to see

Yea me too

I don't care where just far right

I'm escape personified

Drop the P from pride and hop in my car

Just drive far

I'm escape personified

Drop the P from pride and hop in my car

So

Run out of toilet paper

Find the Sunday paper

Wipe your a** with the president

This is for them thugs

Who dealt crack but stopped

'Cause they saw first hand what crack does

This is for all the artists

Who know their work is just a drop in the ocean

But do it anyway hoping

This is for everybody who carries the world's weight

But stands up straight

Put a hand up try to relate

That's a little rhyme get that rhyme

I put that rhyme in

Because quite often dropouts come in to catch the show

Them dumbass dropouts like those rhymes