No Money, Plenty of Problems - Scatch That Actually!

[AeroFX]

no money, many problems,
what if christopher wallace,
was wrong and a wallet,
filled with cash could solve em,
thinking nightly about a revolver,
so it, creeps into my dreams,
and i hear screams,
yellow tapes and murder scenes,

let me get shit straight,
this aint me, i'm usually heavy weight,
not sick, punnet of grapes,
i belong up in the clouds with the greats,
with plans to make,
not stuck behind, going over mistakes,
but thats just how the world goes these days,
the credit crunch and such,
means i cant buy fuck all,
the cupboards barely haul enough to munch,
but bills i gotta bunch,
and the bank argues with me whenever i call,
my father told me i'd head for a fall,
he can piss off too, matter of fact so can you,
if you dare judge me, what else am i s'posed to do,

no money, many problems,
what if christopher wallace,
was wrong and a wallet,
filled with cash could solve em,
thinking nightly about a revolver,
so it, creeps into my dreams,
and i hear screams,
yellow tapes and murder scenes,

murder isnt impossible,
when you find your situation implausible,
court date threats, if i dont get,
all this resolved, friends skint like me,
family skint like me, and i like to stand on my own feet,
non-defeatest attitude,
theres been worse for the dude,
but when your baby might run out of food,
and you and wife fued,
what am i to do,
bang bang,
yeah thats about right,
that halo faultered,
our father in heaven,
but is he involved,
i pray occasionally,
but no angels appearin to me,
fuck it,

no money, many problems,
what if christopher wallace,
was wrong and a wallet,
filled with cash could solve em,
thinking nightly about a revolver,
so it, creeps into my dreams,
and i hear screams,
yellow tapes and murder scenes,

a few pence, infact less than that,
being broke, its such a twat,
no wonder, my mates turned to sellin crack,
maybe if i could go back,
i'd do the same,
but i only have myself to blame, or so the people say,
drive for miles, get away,
but the problems still in my face,
how did life get this way,
since three years old, poor was occasionally associated,
then that status vacated, to return in harder times,
its why i focus on my rhymes, and escape in my lines,
no whistle and fluit, no job interviews,
so expect to see me on the news,

no money, many problems,
what if christopher wallace,
was wrong and a wallet,
filled with cashcould solve em,
thinking nightly about a revolver,
so it, creeps into my dreams,
and i hear screams,
yellow tapes and murder scenes,

this just in, phone call,
listen, good news,
job, 6 somethin an hour,
labour work, so when you get home,
prolly need a shower,
but it'll pay off the debt,
pray answered, yes,

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crazy, wife literally just rang me as i was writing this....spooky, so praise god man.