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poor boy - subhas, abangsapau lyrics

[abangsapau]
h*llo poor boy
single parent, h*llo poor boy
got no manners, h*llo poor boy
h*lla talent, h*llo poor boy
got no family in high places
nepotism not for you, boy
meritocracy for you, boy
h*lla heritage but no inheritance
it’s time that you swallow the truth boy

you gon end up like your father
drowned in alcohol and in debt
a slave to the chase of a dollar
that’s the singaporean effect
the only time that you can dream
is when you go back to sleep
then wake up and think about bills and fees
and letting the cycle repeat *
i don’t wanna bе a statistic
i don’t wanna be an artiste
pleasе take out the ‘e’
they want poverty for the aesthetic
they wanna look the part but they won’t live it
you wanna be relatable
you want a seat at the table
they volunteer to hit a quota
say h*llo and then you going home
or retweet a story from your phone
so your friends can call you ‘woke’?
oh you’re different?
you listen to rap cos it’s real
real makes my people remember
real makes you people forget
they love to imagine the struggle
exciting when it’s in your head
little homie you a tourist
if you wanna classify me
i better not see you say ‘urban’
if you wanna tokenise me
then don’t pay a token fee *
ain’t sh*t free

h*llo poor boy
single parent, h*llo poor boy
got no manners, h*llo poor boy
h*lla talent, h*llo poor boy
got no family in high places
nepotism not for you, boy
meritocracy for you, boy
h*lla heritage but no inheritance
it’s time that you swallow the truth boy

[subhas]
all my family history up in the p*wn shop
singapore pools, we drowning, the cycle nonstop *
fighting demons in my head it’s an onslaught
but subhas * who you really is when the song stop?
just a poor boy from the capital where it’s all about the capital
politicians in office * morals on sabbatical
cna on my d*ck, straits times on my t*st*cl*s
still a privilege to trade decibels for decimals
uh * and i might not stop
they turn poor boys to addicts or neighborhood cops
they send poor boys who make noise to changi cell blocks
co*opt stories of poor boys so they can sell pop
read about the sh*ll companies * you’d be sh*ll shocked
only showing us the middle * like a crop top
heard some poor boys and poor girls * waiting on this drop
sapau and subhas we gon’ take this to the top
all by ourselves
with no help
tighten belt
the cards we dealt
pain we felt
the opposite of poverty is justice not wealth
[abangsapau, subhas]
i might give it up for sanity’s sake
everything i wanna be don’t beat a salaried wage
what’s at stake? let’s end the debate
guillotine a rich boy to see if he made of cake

- subhas abangsapau lyrics

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