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"Atmosphere" "Guarantees" "Team Cool Jamz" hip-hop "New Times Music" "Kevin Alan Lamb" "Shaggy Lamb Productions" "Dictator of Diction", "Metro Lyrics"
These warehouse wages
Kill the ends introductionman I should have schooled it up
When I was younger should have stuck to plan
Always had the dreams of being more self assertive
And my kids a teenager now he needs the health insurance
So break my body
Break break my soul down
Just another zombie walking blindly through your ghost town
Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
Aint nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
But I don’t want to go home yet
So I’m gonna talk to my cigarette
And that television setIt doesn’t matter what brand or station
Anything to take away from the current situation
No overtime pay no holidayMonths behind on everything but the lottery
Went around the corner guaranteeing that my car diedWifey having trouble trying to juggle both the part timesMy cup aint close to filled upWe trying to build up so we can have enough
And when I finally get the colorThere won’t be nothing left to paint on
A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song
My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods
My tax bracket status gotta questioning my man hood
My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
My neighbors aint doing much better
And we making competition instead of sticking together
Cant save no nest egg in fact this nest is rentedIn fact that rent is late, wait
The money aint here the raise aint comingJust me and my son and that crazy woman
And those bartenders this whole fucking country
Got everybody swallowing that lunch meat
Maybe we can speed up the process
Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
Some time it seems like the only way to stop it
Contemplate my departure date
Doesn’t take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
Take a shot at me that’s all i’m obligated for
Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don’t wait for no oneSitting on your front door
The only guarantee in life is a life worth dying for
Cause death don’t wait for no one
Sitting on your front door
From the album “When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold”
Directed by: Bo Hakala
We Are Family: Atmosphere’s live band approach to hip-hop has organic warmth– New Times
