Magnificent! In much the same spirit, here are the lyrics to "Underdogs" by The Coup:

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, umm check, on, two
This is for my folkers never lived like a hog
Me and you toe-to-toe, I got love for the underdog

I raise this glass for the ones who die meaningless
And the newborns who get fed intravenously
Somebody's mama caught a job and a welfare fraud case
When she breathe, she swear it feel like plastic wrap around her face

Lights turned off this is the third month the rent is late
Thoughts of bein' homeless, cryin' till you hyperventilate
Despair permeates the air and sets in your ear
The kids play with that one toy they learned how to share

Comin' home don't ever seem to be a celebration
Bills they pile up the coffee table like they're decorations
Big ol' spoons of peanut butter, big ass glass of water
Makes the hunger subside, save the real food for your daughter

You feel like swinging haymakers at a movin' truck
You feel like laughing so it seems like you don't give a fuck
yYu feel like getting so high, you'll smoke the whole damn crop
You feel like crying, but you think you might never stop

Homes with no heat stiffen your bones like arthritis
If this was fiction it'd be easier to write this
Some folks wanna front like they're so above you
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check, one, two
This is for my folkers never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe-to-toe, I got love for the underdog

There's certain tricks of the trade to try to halt your defeat
Like takin' tupperwear to an all you can eat
Returnin' used shit for new sayin' you lost your receipt
And writing four-figure checks when your accounts deplete

Then all your problems pile up about a mile up
Thinkin' bout a partner you can dial up
To help you out this vile stuff
Whole family sleepin' on the futon while you clippin' coupons
Eatin' salad tryin' to get full off the croutons

Crosstown, the situation is identical
Somebody gettin' strangled by the system and it's tentacles
Misconceptions raised questions to be solved
A lot of b-boys is broke, a lot of homeless got jobs

You can make 8 bones an hour till you pass out and still be ass out
Most pyramid schemes don't let you cash out
They say this generation made the harmony break
But crime rise consistent wit' the poverty rate

You take the worker from jobs, you gon' have murders and mobs
A gang of preachers screamin' sermons over murmurs and sobs
Sayin' "pray for a change from the lord above you"
They'd tear this motherfucker up if they really loved you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
Tis is for my folkers, um, check one, two
This is for my folkers never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe-to-toe, I got love for the underdog

You like this song cuz it relates, it's you in a rhyme
We go to stores that only let us in two at a time
We live in places where it cost to get your check cashed
Arguments about money usually drown out the tec blasts

Work 6 days a week, can't sleep Saturday though
Muscles tremblin' like a pager when the batteries low
And you just don't know where the years went
Although every long shift feel like a year spent

And you could write your resume but it wouldn't even mention
All the life lessons learned during six years of detention
How you learned the police was just some handicappers
On the ground next to broken glass and candy wrappers

Now don't accept my collects on the phone
Just hit me at the house so I know I ain't alone
And we could chop it up about this messed up system
Homies that's been killed, how we always gon' miss 'em

It's almost impossible survivin' on this fraction
Sip a 40 to your brain for the chemical reaction
You gatta hustle cuz they tryn' a push and shove you
I'll tear this motherfucker up, since I really love you

This is for my folkers who got bills overdue
This is for my folkers, um check, one, two
This is for my folkers never lived like a hog
Me and you, toe-to-toe, I got love for the underdog