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qwel - lunch money lyrics

[verse 1:]
mama playing hide+and+seek with the rent
long month, short [noodle?] but she sings when she vents
she don’t vent very often, most as oft as she prays
not a song about b+tching, a song to relate
’cause these days we doing better than the yesterdays, thanks
it gave appreciation, and plus it gave me patience for grace
’cause without an omega, i doubt that y’all a’ heard of me
she taught me hope, my brothers taught me jokes through adversity
i used to sit a baby, b+tching how i hate peas
mama dropped respect to catch [election?], catch a lesson on haiti
whoever saying ‘be in sports will bless’ is crazy
sometimes i even miss it, flipping powdered milk and trying to make cream
but coffee creamer floats, yo, [get it most, maybe dope?]
ghost like the nose on the tasty+o’s box
sharing skates, but now i’m doing radio drops
god must have saved me, ’cause now i sing “it’s gravy though, pops”
we came a long way, it’s crazy, it made us stress+proof
i mean, we still catch stresses, still know that there’s a heaven
[normal stages?] was an angel sent and b+tter + a blessing
a lesson: “love thy neighbor”, straight from scripture manifested
learn to count them on a thousand hands, it’s how to stay humble
it’s something real that most don’t have of learning love through the struggle
so now i give it ’cause i got it, a gift [and hung low?]
for those who feel just like i felt, ain’t no light in they tunnel
[chorus:]
god bless the welfare mama, stretch the ramen noodle
thinking heck to catch a breakfast and lunch up in the school, yo
some call in cornbread, some noodle, some menudo
got a song they call “[the sun hot as love?]” that’ll see us through though
(x2)

[verse 2:]
pops trynna catch a break and it’s hard
still never seen him steal, seen him break steel, seen him take steel
hardest part of fatherhood, i never figured ’til i figured out
no money+hungry mouth [apart?] delivered through the drought
now a shorty’s on a tour through europe, don’t deserve it
observe respectfully i got [checked?], learned a sermon
h+lla jelly on them sandwiches and greasy cheese
preach me [plutoch and cicero?] on g.e.d’s
between these fiends, foodstamps, and banshees
i reflect on those times when they throw up their hands to understand me
no fantasy compares, i hope you hear it with your family:
don’t get everything you want because then you’ll understand need
then other fams will eat deep like suffering’s a canopy
it can be, even though sometimes this sh+t’s insanity
here i am just rambling, a hook and a verse
i took a sec to recollect, it could’ve been better, but could’ve been worse

[chorus:]
god bless the welfare mama, stretch the ramen noodle
thinking heck to catch a breakfast and lunch up in the school, yo
some call in cornbread, some noodle, some menudo
got a song they call “[the sun hot as love?]” that’ll see us through though
(x2)

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