Concrete Corporate - Hobosexual

My baby works so hard, just to make the rent every day

Working on another man’s dollar, keep another rich man rich

Rap, rap, goes the knuckle

Bam, bam, goes my head

«Who's there?», I yell out loud now

«The Tax Man», replies the sound

And now i’m running out the back door

Jumping over fences, over cars

Ain’t nobody gonna catch me, i got fleet feet on

Like Santa Claus movin' 3−6