Yo Father up in the heavens
Holy be Ya name
Let Ya kingdom come through
Ya will be done on these streets
Just like it is up there

Give us this day our daily bread
Forgive us for the shit we did
Just like we forgive the ones who did us dirty

Don't lead us into temptation
But deliver us from all this evil, hell
Amen

Hit me! Mic check
Aye, bro, what's good? I got somethin' to say
You can grind till you lose ya fuckin' hand
Rent keep risin' while the wages never stand
They gon' tell you the market got a plan
But nobody ask who the fuck you are
They sell you dreams on installments
Charge interest on ya hope
Slap a price tag on survival
Then clap when you cope
If you stumble, they call it failure
If you rise, they call it luck
If you ask who's collectin'
They gon' tell you not to look

Every screen become a window
Every window become a store
Every want become a weakness
Every weakness earn 'em more
I keep remindin' you that nothin' here is free, hell
Go hard as fuck, I'm tryin' to leave this shit
You'll sneak past the gaps prayin' you'll make it, bitch
I gotta find out when you gon' return my car
This shit is crucial as fuck
I know you had no choice
You livin' off government assistance?
Just graduated high school and stepped straight the fuck out
Do I measure up? Have I put in enough goddamn grind?

These the fuckin' terms an' conditions
Agree or disappear, yeah
These the terms an' conditions
Ya future startin' right here
You can choose what you 'lowed to choose
You can lose what you can't afford to lose
These the terms an' conditions
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There's a hood with mansions
And a block without a tree
One get schools with marble hallways
The other got walls that crack
One get lawyers at the table
One get silence at the door
One mistake become a headline
One become a corporate score
I'm a lil' fuzzy-headed guy
With the whole world on my back
I'd cover my pops' rent, shit
Hold up, bring that shit the fuck back
Who would've imagined this shit?
Me get a scholarship?
Nah, the streets educated me through college

Why the streets filled with people without a choice or voice?
What happen when the workers stop believin' they replaceable?
What happen when the hungry learn the system ain't unchangeable?
Maybe dignity is somethin' every human bein' got a right to
Maybe wealth shouldn't purchase the truth
Maybe every generation shouldn't have to beg for room

I know you was born into privilege, you bitch
And that's a way of livin' we never experienced
A single buck could become a fuckin' million
A Rolex that never soothe the hurt, but I'll cop one someday
I'm out here grindin' every single fuckin' day
It's fair to say the kids comin' up might actually rest easy
Holdin' onto hopes of becomin' a lawyer or a doctor
You already know the clear fuckin' answer, yeah

These the fuckin' terms an' conditions
Agree or disappear, yeah
These the terms an' conditions
Ya future startin' right here
You can choose what you 'lowed to choose
You can lose what you can't afford to lose
These the terms an' conditions
Please, scroll down, sign here