Intro
E D G E
Ends, some people would rob their mother, for the ends
D G E
Rat snitch on one another for the ends,
D G E
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends,
D G E
So before we go any further i want my ends.
Verse
E
I knew this cat named darrell, didn't have a dollar,
A
He was harvard material, Ivy league scholar.
E
He had a phd, had an MBA
A
But now he's waiting tables cause theres rent to pay
E
Companies downsizing inflations rising
A
cant find a job, hes feeling kind of stressed.
E
Does'nt even feel the effects when he says
A
Forgot to count how many times i've been blessed
E
So he falls off track starts smoking the crack
A
And once it hits his brain it starts a chain react.
E
He sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
A
He's losing his teeth now he's out in the streets.
E
And all of a sudden hes like Jesse James.
A
Trying to stick up kids for their watches and chains.
E
But hes from business school, and he's nervous with a tool.
A
So he ends up on his back in a bloody pool
E
For the ends...
Chorus ( same as intro )
Verse 2 (same chord progression as verse 1 so I'm not going to write it out)