Keep Pushing

Yeah When it all fell down God bless the weight, inflation went ounce Must've just ate, 'cause them became pounds Didn't hesitate, them break themselves down Like them was late, couldn't wait to get out Them spread all around the world, the fiends found them Hop in the pot, then begged to get drowned, them Wanna be sick, them bitches Munchhausen So let it whip Livin' at thе top of the syndrome, placebo Gеt you repo'd into thin gold Ain't worth shit when the skin gone, and it been cold And makin' money off of the impulse, they nothin' but sinful But that need faith and, where they do that at? The world is a wasteland, the state is a rat trap Cheese, unload the pack under the hood of the hatchback Before you get snatched back, uh And everywhere you go Just keep on pushing dope However hard it's been Get up and push again When it all went numb They all followed suit, the juice was too dumb It's all up to you, young blood, they knew none 'Bout what you do, the truth is you finna be one of them ones History is so funny It's only writ' with ink that's on money So take a drink and hit the track running Don't need to think, the shit's in your bloodstream, uh Try to keep the pulse and the tempo Just 'cause it's automatic don't mean that it is simple Look, pimp, don't ever panic when a hoe is a nympho You push so many keys that it's resembling Gitmo Remember that place? Nobody else does They like the past erased, so they can get buzzed Makin' a dash today, onto the next plug With enough cash to buy him out of the business, uh And everywhere you go Just keep on pushing dope However hard it's been Get up and push again When it all got kilt Saw all the faces gracelessly tilt Saw all the places laced with green wilt What a disgrace for all that they built Well, what that got to do wit' yo' millions? If it ain't gold, get out of yo' feelings Street got beef, that's why you put grills in Show 'em them teeth, then shoot up they buildings That's what it do Livin' at the end of the sentence You run on with the commas, and they won't even mention The po' lookin' for quotes, a semi in intervention Then split the cone and keep the cola rollin', perfection Break the law? Well, the work gotta stretch then Ain't gotta sell the soft, give the work an erection And gotta get it off or end up in correction Get it to every jerk in the section, uh And everywhere you go Just keep on pushing dope However hard it's been Get up and push again And if you feeling hurt Just keep on pushing work Wherever you may roam Just keep on pushing on