This Aint Living

<br>This towns so hype its got sould<br><br>As a philly cat<br><br>Im with the roll<br><br>And the swing of my things<br><br>How they work like clockwork<br><br>Tick tock tick tock<br><br>Times always lurking in your head<br><br><br><br>Got to go to work and get fed<br><br>That man didnt eat but he goes to sleep<br><br>Gets up at dawn not to see the sunrise<br><br>But because its too damn cold outside<br><br>Underneat the bridge they punp the citys bilge<br><br>Into the alley they sweep the citys filth<br><br>The flowers wilt the flowers wilt<br><br>Dont tell me about no game<br><br>Cause that is a man<br><br>And his family<br><br>Revolution family<br><br>Look at the family<br><br>Dig the family<br><br>Theyre living the wrong way<br><br>Cant get nothing<br><br>Dont get nothing all they wanted was<br><br>Something like a job - mercy mercy<br><br>But its robbed - mercy mercy<br><br>And theres so many street side<br><br>Beggars and disabled veterans<br><br>Glass-eyed and peddling<br><br>Drunk and just meddling<br><br>So you conclude its their fault<br><br>They like the street they must like the asphalt<br><br>But that is man woman and children<br><br>The system has stalled shelters home<br><br>Thats not what I call it<br><br>I call it bad health<br><br>Some say help themselves<br><br>Yo if you you gots it<br><br><br><br>Every hundred people a dollar in change<br><br>Every hundred people a dollar in change<br><br><br><br>This aint living<br><br>This aint living<br><br>Oh no<br><br><br><br>You know its rough, had enough of holding a<br><br>Cup full of spare change<br><br>The doctor diagnosed me as a<br><br>Dome full of bad brains<br><br>So, toe to toe with employers<br><br>Cause theyre telling me no<br><br>Hooked on prescription drugs<br><br>So I stay broke, Id run away<br><br>But you cant run away from<br><br><br><br>Yourself or your health so<br><br>I deal with the cards that Im dealt<br><br>Tweet-a-leet-leet<br><br>The morning bird sounding sweet<br><br>Though I sleep on the streets<br><br>I have a feeling Im free<br><br>From societys hand picked hypocrisy<br><br>Mercy mercy dont give a damn for me<br><br>Mercy mercy now what am I going to eat<br><br>Peek through the windows of the restaurant<br><br>People eating caviar fifty bucks on lunch<br><br>A hand-me-down meal<br><br>Full of God knows what<br><br>Put it away in my gut<br><br>Quick and then I wonder<br><br>Why Im sick, brick for brick<br><br>I know the city like my hand print<br><br>Just a pit in the gutter<br><br>Of a skid-row ditch<br><br>But Ill survive the pain<br><br>Let me know Im alive<br><br>But I still feel that<br><br>This aint living<br><br><br><br>Check my beat dig they rhythm<br><br>Me belly full but me hungry so I fill it<br><br>Once I start gaining taxes start taking<br><br>Cause the governments perfected funk faking<br><br>Breaking me down striking me down<br><br>What goes around comes around but<br><br>I keep rising seeing through the lies and<br><br>The surprise comes when I see myself<br><br>The music I felt<br><br>Im on<br><br><br><br>This aint living<br><br>This aint living<br><br>Oh no