Hitchhikers

I’m headed cross country, just for gas money
My rhymes original so don’t take them from me
Life’s been pretty crumby
But since they picked me up and I paid the fee, I’m in no great hurry, you see
I used to make records, back in like '72
You know chess well I ran checkers
Three LP’s was all we could do
Didn’t even make enough to pay the recording crew
Going bankrupt next thing that I knew
All I saw was the debt, so how could I forget?
When I see the same struggle with my brothers on the street
Just tryna progress and make ends meet
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
I’ve been broke since '72, you better pay your taxes they will come for you
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
No time for basa-basa, the feds around the corner
Put the money in the bag and then I start to floor’er
Now we coasting, through the road and
No money troubles insight, that’s what I’m boasting
Only a few states left, we’re on the home stretch
Soon we’ll be paying with our own checks
Ending this war like the Treaty of Ghent (Ghent)
IRS ain’t gonna come at us again (not again)
So don’t test me 'cause I’m restless
Making bread’s off my checklist
Now I toast it for breakfast, don’t mind my white complexion
All started off back in Northampton, PA (PA)
We’re in Nevada now, the border, CA
Desean outrunning taxes, and writing IOUs
They say that beggars don’t choose that’s why the fake Rolls is used
Found a 5 dollar bill, so I bought a head of romaine lettuce
These flows infectious, but my spending’s just a little reckless
You better check it 'fore the fans get overzealous
If the IRS come find us, then I won’t finish this sent-
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
I’ve been broke since '72, you better pay your taxes they will come for you
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
No time for basa-basa, the feds around the corner
Put the money in the bag and then I start to floor’er
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
I’ve been broke since '72, you better pay your taxes they will come for you
I’m Ganja Mon and you know I’m on the beat
I don’t have money so I’m working on the street
No time for basa-basa, the feds around the corner
Put the money in the bag and then I start to floor’er