Gettin' Ahead!

You can’t get rich doin’ rap ‘n hip-hop

Too many drive-by shootings…pop,pop,pop!

You can’t win on the Idol that is for damn shore

They don’t take ‘em old, none over twenty-four

 

 

 

Possibly you could work for Donald Trump

Get you off that apprentice rump

Trump would work ya’ ‘til your fingers tired

Then he would turn and say “you’re fired!”

 

 

Playin’ the lottery is just like pissin’ in the wind

White boys don’t win it, just now n’ then

You can buy all those tickets, play it with your kin

When they announce the winner…it’s a Mexican

 

 

Well there’s always work down at the Quik-Shop

You could be wait on mom ‘n pop

Lots of Lottery tickets sellin’ pretty quick

And kiss my ass, the buyer is Hispanic

 

 

Perhaps selling cars might be your work

There’s a demo, drive it as a perk

Eatin’ might be tough though, no nutrition

That paycheck is 100% commission

 

 

Maybe you could drive a big rig

Runnin’ roads,  haulin’ pig

To just get by, you’ll live the road alone

Babes don’t need men without money or a home

 

 

You might be cut out for owning a business

Customers in the door, oh happiness

But make sure you start with plenty dough

You might end up high and dry…zero cash flow

 

 

You better head on back to school

An education you must tool

That sheepskin will be all at your expense

But they ain’t hirin’; you got no experience

 

 

 

Life is hard, getting’ rich even more

Nothin’ up top; start down on the floor

Work and money, the elusive butterflies

Get rich fast schemes, just bullshit ‘n lies

 

 

Why work at all? It don’t pay

Just stay home, while away the day

Lay on your butt, wait for the government

To send that check, your entitlement!

 

 

 

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