[Hook]
Lord knows I done worked hard trying to get it...
Lord knows I done worked hard just for me to stay alive...
Lord knows I done worked hard tryna stay winning...
Well I guess the poor know graphic life...
Yes I know the poor know graphic life...
[1st Verse: The Man]
Man let me tell you: life's fucked up, tryna feed a family of seven
I'm really living in hell, ironically losing breath and
I'm really living in hell, Father free me from this jail
I'm really living in hell, with no sign of heaven's
Gates. Bills, bills, unpaid bills is all I know
Doesn't help that the post man always bringing more
Working but need a better post, man, ain't making enough
Tryna keep it going, it really is tough
Look: I know I'm facing crises, but I can't afford to cry seas
That'll only further blur the glimmer of hope that I see
On the horizon
And we're prepared to take whatever possible escape route we may lay our eyes on
The real test comes the moment you run out of cents
Suddenly your innocence has run out of sense
And in a sense that seems common, you question your morals
Seems they put you in a space where you don't know what tomorrow
Holds. It's hard to hold fast to no cash
My broke ass tired of this "you gonna die" area
Shit gets scarier not knowing how to take care of your
Wife and kids. Minimum wage maxing out my spite for the rich, and Lord knows!
[Hook: Tyné]
Lord knows I done worked hard trying to get it...
Lord knows I done worked hard just for me to stay alive...
Lord knows I done worked hard tryna stay winning...
Well I guess the poor know graphic life...
Yes I know the poor know graphic life...
[2nd Verse: The Woman]
I gotta tell you that this life is fucked up, I pray for my sons and daughters
My babies dying of thirst, got no clean drinking water
My babies dying of thirst, and to make matters worse
Both literal and figurative are those five words
(My babies dying of thirst...) And they might yield to the flesh
Much as I don't want it, don't know how else they'll deal with the stress
Because the same snare beat me into this predicament
So any judgement from my end would only be ridiculous
I sense the weight on his shoulders whenever he comes home
I wanna help but he insists on doing it alone
And ain't no way the bank will let us take another loan
I wanna tell him "stop banking on luck to help push us along"
But I remain the passive wife: the woman that he loves
Mother of his children, the woman that he cares for
Gives his all for, prepared to go on all fours for
What kinda bitch would I be if I stopped being thankful?
Another man might have blamed me for these struggles
I'm just glad he still needs me enough to keep me in the huddle
Plus I feel a certain peace whenever we find time to cuddle
Yet it gives us more pieces for this already complex puzzle, Lord knows…
[Hook: Yung Teez-R & Tyné]
Lord knows they been working hard trying to get it
Lord knows they been working hard just for them to stay alive
Lord knows they been working hard tryna stay winning
Well I guess the poor know graphic life…
[3rd Verse]
Hold on - they don't know the kids know that their lives are fucked up
They don't know the kids know that their lives are fucked up
They don't know the kids know that their lives are fucked up
Nah, they don't want them to know
That they're under the datum line, that they're more than just broke
That they need a break fast cause their eating is slow
That the chances of them finding their Eden is low
It ain't no paradise for them, all the chips are staying down
The gravity of the situation's deep - it keeps weighing them down
They, live in atmosphere of utmost fear
Yet as the kids it gives them drive to kick into another gear
So: allow me to tell a vision realer than the TV screen
Be glad if you live an average life - cause sometimes shits gets mean
And as for those chewing on silver spoons, we see you
Despite the fact that you have what you have they shouldn't wanna be you:
In great wealth it's far too easy to be an ingrate
And hard work and perseverance are difficult to engrain
Eventually all you possess is laziness unbridled
And you know they say the Devil's working where minds are idle
So: yeah, their life's fucked up - so is yours
Only difference: theirs is that way because they're poor
You have control but you don't use it and that shit is tragic
Wanna know how I see so vividly? Simple - life gets graphic
