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no real religion - rob riley lyrics

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[intro: rakiya lockamy]
on this episode of relate

[hook: rob riley]
being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something i was given
‘tween us we grew up sort of different
(aye) being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something that i live in
‘tween us we grew up sort of different

[verse 1: rob riley]
up early as 9am, refusing to get a job
somehow ‘tween dropping kids off, i can’t find time
i stopped submitting applications, being impatient
it takes quite a long time to get a response
i’m tryna get a sh-tty city job, can’t do mcdonald’s
pride has me boxed in on either side
ducking and dodging, owing everybody
knowing everybody, even the cops are watching
we on good terms but that could turn
soon as they learn i’m one of the guys to be watching
it’s tradition, family business, mom & pop sh-t
props to them turning us into the have gots
from the have nots, though most had doubts
i was told get your own, ain’t no hand outs
it has to stop somewhere down the cycle
seeing my folk at every curb like light post
though

[hook: rob riley]
being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something i was given
‘tween us we grew up sort of different
(aye) being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something that i live in
‘tween us we grew up sort of different

[verse 2: rob riley]
i propose a call to action as acting block captain
i’m batting a thousand, how could i win
when i stand behind genocide, it’s suicide
and i’m going in blindly
leading the blind behind me, trifling
effortlessly as if it isn’t even lying
i blame whitey, like my ancestors, for oppression
place upon brothers and sisters
demanding my forty acres be handed
to me by mister belvedere on a platter
what does it matter? the damage is way past collateral
be in jail or the ground, either place i’d have to go
there has to be hope, even for me the hopeless
a penny for the thought at least, even with a hole in it
hold it in, ’til my bladder can’t take no more of it
of course it can, i’ll suffer the consequence
i insist

[hook: rob riley]
being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something i was given
‘tween us we grew up sort of different
(aye) being broke ain’t no religion
guess i’m just keeping with tradition
hustle was something that i live in
‘tween us we grew up sort of different

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