Marz

Lost my job at Mickie D's

4 giving away 2 much food 4 free

But I couldn't watch another black child go 2 school

With nothing to eat

7 of us then took 2 the streets

Raised by the music, fed by the beat

C-ing how long we could stay outta jail is how we'd

That's how we'd compete

We never owned the streets that we keep defending

So the $ we got we just end up spending

With nothing 2 save & not a thing 4 lending

U're never really happy

Just really good

At pretending

Everybody in the world wants 2 b a star

Few got what it takes 2 get that far

If a rocketship didn't cost more than a car

A brother might move

2 Marz