Exercise In Futility by Rapper Big Pooh
Yo, you can feel it in the air, it's hell we there
I swear it's no better moment
Minutes of a atonment, patron went crazy at the bar
Just my niggas and I so far, splitting cups and rhyming
I'm in, a much better place cause of rhyming, the
timing
This was so far from being perfect
When you work hard and the end is so worth it
I want my spoils now, in the middle getting roses when
I'm gone
Does nothing for the nigga then the world carries on
Life is a chessboard baby you a pawn
And drag us through the mud like a body in the pond
Quick to sell our soul, so we desperately pawn
Under mark and value, the bitch is here for I know
And the champagne cold, turn the music up
By any means you don't give a fuck, I know
[Hook:]
Yeah, it's a party over here, they marching outside
We ain't going nowhere
Looking through my closet I don't know what I'm a wear
I'd rather be blind start to showing my fear
Money, cars, clothes, women
Women, clothes, cars, money
Funny, everybody wanna fight, and both sides screaming
they right
We know, ah, with the spirit of my ancesters
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