Pusher pusher pusher pusher Push it push it push it push it
Ho-oo! Ho-oo! Ho-oo!
Ho-oo! Ho-oo! Ho-oo!
Cryin’ into pillows Thinkin’ bout bills, ah Wantin’ cheap thrills, and Cuttin’ up tills
Work in the mornin’ Baby got blues
Wantin’ good news, but No money no shoes
Fightin’ over fishbones, cause Cupboards are bare, yeah Fightin’ over air, but
Nobody cares
Men’ll push harder, so
Keep payin’ those dues, yeah Payin’ for clues, yeah
And frayin’ that noose
And she’s tryin’ to keep movin’ Tryin’ to break free
Tryin’ to keep movin’
Tryin’ to esprit
Tryin’ to keep movin’ Trying to break free Tryin’ to be provin’ Lyin’ to make ‘em see
Tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make it baby
Fryin’ the steak, hidin’ the bake, wantin’ to push it further (oo-oh) Tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make it baby
Lyin’ to take, sighin’ to break, somebody’s always beatin’
On you... On you... Ho-oo!
Waitin’ for the beatdown, they’re Knockin’ at the door, and Shuttin’ that store, and
Asking for more
Bleedin’ at the fingers, she’s Sellin’ them pills
Sellin’ them thrills, just Tryin’ pay Bill
Don’t think if the shoe was On the other foot, they’d Do what they could, to Get void of the hood, a
Lady in waiting, she Hopes for the day, when Crime does pay, and
No judge can sway
This life...
Keepin’ that bounty movin’, groovin’ On you...
Boxin’ an’ glovin’, soothin’, soothin’! Oh, this life!
Peddle and porter, carter carter
On you...
Saddle up, gallop, harder, harder! Oh, this life!
And she’s tryin’ to keep movin’ Tryin’ to break free
Tryin’ to keep movin’
Tryin’ to esprit
Tryin’ to keep movin’ Trying to break free Tryin’ to be provin’ Lyin’ to make ‘em see
(And she’s tryin’!)
Fly and keep movin’ Sigh but don’t breathe Hope you keep groovin’ Higher than he
My you’re life’s ruined If you O.D.
Now you be screwin’ What’s your Plan B?
Tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make it baby
Fryin’ the steak, hidin’ the bake, wantin’ to push it further (oo-oh) Tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make, tryin’ to make it baby
Lyin’ to take, sighin’ to break, everything’s going under
On you...
Spoken: What you lookin’ at me for, I ain’t got no more... what am I supposed to do here? I ain’t got nowhere to live now... I got a kid to feed man... gimmie a break!
It’s hopeless... no one cares... and why should they? Huh... goddammit... I ain’t got nothin’ goin’ for me, so, y’know... I gotta do what I gotta do...
Ooh
She’s a working class, she’s a baller
Meetin’ Midnight Man, or evening caller
When the chips are down, what you gonna do Suck a can o’ beans, or try a new cuisine
Don’t you think she’s fine With her hair down
Wavy new grenades
To blow the rich up
Now the stakes are high, got to double fry Droppin’ pillow charms, while droppin’ acid sun
Got to make new friends Get their hearts up
Fill their bellies full
With tasty tarts, oh
Did you taste the pain, can you smell my rain Drippin’ on your brow, how do ya like me now?
All these newfound things Last a minute
Then you’re back in red Tryin’ to wing it Desperate times indeed Desperate minds in need Life can never be
Life will never be free
Oh no Hey Never Be free For me
And I know
I am all alone
I ain’t got nobody Got no one
