[Intro:]
Poverty's... Paradise

[Verse 1: Havoc]
N***as fake it till they make it then get tested for it
Claiming that their name’s good, the n***a put a weapon on it
N***as lying on their dead and puttin' heaven on it
My n***as live this shit for real and not just metaphoric
My n***a did twelve and never told 12
On his n***as as he rotted in a cold cell
Sitting in a old jail, loyalty is everything
While n***as turn their stripes in for motherfuckin' fairy wings
They live in a facade, when morals not involved
You hear it in their bars, their energy got bars
Could not compare it to ours
Don’t disrespect the gods, don't wanna be at odds
Have us clapping at your car
The lifestyle us hood n***as been through
Ain't no one size fit all, shit's too big for you
You be swimming in the drama like a motherfucka
Begging for a lifeline looking like a sucka

[Verse 2: Cormega]
You never hugged the block or was known for squeezing
Iron, you're so anemic a liar I don't believe you
My rhyming is so elite, but I am no elitist
I'm a smooth, street poet, the culture need it
My voice of reason, currently enjoying freedom
No cases running concurrently, always scheming
Standing up when most stay seated
They love you in the womb of custody
Not the lap of luxury
We built different, I'm secure, your structures weak
I’m a silent individual
It’s obvious the pinnacle acknowledge as formidable
My dominance is considerable
Confidence in my lyrical performance incomparable
Highly pivotal like Carl & Lenny
I'm too skilled for you, short sighted
I got unrestricted views
Real recognize real, I don’t remember you
In the field where the pitchers and hitters move
[Chorus:]
Poverty's Paradise
If you want it, you better think twice
Poverty's Paradise
Whoever said, you better think twice