The Roller Song - Shyne

Fresh out the can, screaming free Sudan

Got my mind on this paper, so whats the plan

Ain’t got no alternative but to bang

Cause I’m down on my luck trynna up this cash

Ain’t nobody giving nothing to me

And these, these young bloods man they quick to bail

But you want to be my goons, or Pistol Petes

But I’mma put them on their back, I won’t skip the beat

An ex-con can’t get no job

So what I’m supposed to do to feed my moms?

You know what I’mma do, Blood, help me God

Cause survival is the rule, middle finger to the law

Sing along to the roller song

My name ain’t Obama, and I ain’t LeBron

Got a baby on the way, life is hard

Ain’t nobody to blame this is all-out war

Sing along to the roller song

My name ain’t Obama, and I ain’t LeBron

Sing along to the roller song…

Sing along to the roller song

I ain’t no got money, but I got God

I got ambition, I got charm

And if all else fails I got the .44 long

Screw Mr. Mitt Romney too

If the words that I say seem to bother you

You need to be concerned with impoverished youth

Who just to eat a meal got to rob and shoot

My records ain’t the problem dude

I’m just the voice of the bottom few

The wants and the have-not column who

Live a life crime all thanks to you

So here’s to the funds you cut

The scholarships and social promos for us

The jails that you build just to lock us up

Great job guys, lots of luck

Cause I’mma do what I’mma do

And may not really care if it constitutes

The breaking of the law and abandoned rules

Cause the way you rig the game, I’m bound to lose

You can put lipstick on a pig, but its still a pig

You can wrap it up, still a smelly fish

You can censor Shyne, crime still exist

Help the poor, lets tax the rich

Mr. President, yeah I’m glad for him

But this ain’t got to do with the color of skin

Cause' from the trailer park, to the gutter I live

We are suffering whether dark or pink

So, I’mma roll how a roller roll

Say I’m selling dope, but I’m selling hope

I’m trynna numb the pain to the lives you broke

You ain’t, teach me nothing;

this is all I know

I got the stimulus packages

Put the workers on the corner, make 'em traffic it

Cause mama I’mma roller, we don’t have to live

And poverty has lead us all to sacrilege