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Mars Ill Backbreakanomics

(Verse #1) Honey, I?m home! Where?s my dinner? And this place is a mess And less than adequate, marked with laziness and soap-opera watching Clean it

the status quo, BREATHE SLOW/ You got more cons than pros, BREATHE SLOW/ You got fisticuffs to throw, BREATHE SLOW/ Ayo, your boss told you no, BREATHE SLOW/ Say Mars ILL

Dear Dad, the class began, hands were held and arms were open/ Moments stolen from the globe and life?s blood was always spoken/ One was chosen for another

Yeah, we got something else to say, believe it or not/ We don?t claim to represent each element of hip-hop/ I?m eloquent on the mic, flip language, that

at them and wave your fist/ Media?s agenda becomes the mark on your head and plus your wrist/ This is just in case you doubted that Mars ILL was about

(Verse #1) I left my footprints on the ocean?s waves before the storm came/ But form changed to man overboard sinking self-aware/ Thinking no one?s there

(Verse #1) It?s a common theme. The world is monotone and mean/ It?s grown into a full-blown bag of bones that holds reserves of self-esteem/ And it?