Текст пісні Underdogs - Akhenaton, Napoleon Da Legend

Underdogs

When u say I am, it means you exist and that you gave yourself\nThe means to resist despite the scenes in the script\nFaced with situations that got me like: «Aww damn what is this?»\nWhat a dead beat of dad Uncle Sam is\nLook at his kid\nThe world’s a powder keg, the power hungry became power fed\nStock market numbers more important than a child’s breathe\nWorking got us wild stress North East South by Southwest\nStarving watching people eat with their mouth wet\nMeanwhil, a single mom at the sheltr abused by her boyfriend\nHer dreams of having a decent life full of love completely frozen\nHomeless teens overdosing, forward motion is stalled\nGravity plus no momentum means everything falls\nWhat you mean? y’all expect me to sell y’all on a lifestyle\nOf fake opulence, popularity and nice crowds\nSome of my boy ain’t make it yo this game ain’t sacred\nA painstaking task to see my soul lay there naked\nAnd just exposed like a stripper on a pole\nTrying to make herself whole\nBut for the most part dismissed as a hoe\nWe’re pigeonholed prisoners of the positions we hold\nWinners write history, some stories will never be told\nWe wish upon a star, it’s one nation under god\nBut they don’t care about the underdogs\nWish upon a star, it’s one nation under god\nThey never care about the underdogs\nUnless they win\nLife doesn’t come with a map, or a GPS app\nWhether you a GD with a vest or at a dead end job trap\nA war zone with a dog tag going through a dark patch\nWide awake in the nighttime, watching your thoughts flash\nCrossing paths, some people match, some people don’t match\nOther surpass expectations, some of these people don’t last\nThe real ones don’t brag, those who talk a lot do the worse\nThe universe makes no mistakes I let the vibes do the work\nSome get sick and die, you cannot predict the ride\nJust evict the negative and never end up victimized\nIn the world, in different spots. they praying to different gods\nLiquor shots, delinquents licking shots, dodge em like Baryshnikov\nMafia types with big cigars, reading Khalil Gibran\nTrying to balance the karmic debt so he can heal the wrongs\nBottom to the apex moments those that define us\nYour body could be swimming in dirt and roll out a diamond\nAnd it’s a timing… The promises you keep yourself\nYou feed the hell or the heaven no joke, no D. Chappell\nSometime your feet rebel even though the mind desires\nSkin hardened by the shells of standing in the line of fire\nWe wish upon a star, it’s one nation under god\nBut they don’t care about the underdogs\nWish upon a star, it’s one nation under god\nThey never care about the underdogs\nUnless they win\nOff the wall like Michael Jackson\nWe stay prepped when it’s time for action\nMight cross paths with a psychopath\nAnd it’s hard to tell when the lights are flashing\nCruising up in a two door duplex that’s two floors\nMe and my crew too raw that’s before I move to New York\nUse to think I was from New York chicks were digging my accent\nWe was thinking of way to get out this city and get my raps lit\nWe ain’t wanna be average… wanted to have our names light\nFame and the hype all the girls going on tours around the world