Music for Shoplifting

[First Verse] 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 News I see in CNBC See and be seen and other shows It's crystal clear without a PCS phone P.O.S. is known for heart Spit from my whole 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 Grey Storks(?) Thanks for the room and support Let's see that smile You ain't gotta worry no more We ain't gotta worry We're tough And we can deal with whatever comes up This is for those who can't pay the rent [Hook] Run out of toilet paper Find the sunday paper Wipe your ass 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 carrys the world's weight But stands up straight Put a hand up, Try to relate [Second Verse] Now Is it the money or 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 shit 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 nightcrawlers who rule my mass So what you think? New shit, or fix what I have? I finger hooks Right 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 fucking blind Rather be forgotten Than remembered for giving in Refuse to lose my name like Sanjay (he's a hero!) 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 fuck 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 [Hook] Run out of toilet paper Find the sunday paper Wipe your ass with the President This is for them thugs Who done 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 carrys the world's weight But stands up straight Put a hand up, Try to relate [Outro] 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 them rhymes