Got bills to the gills, don’t care ya can’t touch me
Do what I feel, then declare a bankruptcy
Armor plated, I’m a legend in in the state and
I’m in session In the county - you can read a book about me
Chapter seven to eleven is the relevant section
Pimpin my crib with that credit injection
Read it to the trustee, discharge that debt, son
I never ride the system without legal protection
Knocken’ em back, I’m’a be the solution
80 proof wealth redistribution
Robbin’ in your hood, got my paper route planned out
I’m a merry man moochin’ government handouts
I panhandle, it’s panned out perfectly
Welfare-to-work? I get welfare to work for me
Call me “Game Genie” cuz I’m cheatin’ the system
I got the hi-score farming capitalism

And it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
I ain’t spendin’ all ‘dem benjamins on payin’ the rent
Can’t keep yo money cuz it’s already mine
Life is good under the poverty line
Yeah it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
Oh I meant what I said and I said what I meant
Give me a hand up? I gotta decline
Life is good under the poverty line

VERSE 2 (PovertyMan)

It’s PovertyMan, bottles in the club.
I'm not begging for change. I got Poverty love.
I see 'em copyin' us. The dollars: I go get 'em.
Welfare checks are keepin' the chrome spinnin'.
The balance goes up on the first and the fifteenth.
How you think I earn enough to purchase this big screeen?
Loop hole in the policy collecting me thousands.
Enough for all the cars, the yacht, and both of the houses.
I hate to open up a different can of spaghetti.
But, I would have lost it all if not for Fanny and Freddy.
Damn, this is heavy. Check the baller status.
Direct deposit keeps it coming in automatic.
I stay funded through several different facilities.
Welfare, unemployment, and disability.
I'll park where I want until my coffin is shut.
I got handicapped tags 'cause I walk with a strut.

And it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
Ain’t spendin’ all ‘dem benjamins on payin’ the rent
Can’t keep yo money cuz it’s already mine
Life is good under the poverty line
Yeah it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
Oh I meant what I said and I said what I meant
Give me a hand up? I gotta decline
Life is good under the poverty line

Subsidized swag got me viewed with a rude glance:
Peep the fly jag, son? I bought it with food stamps
I’m clubbin’ wit’ the social worker honeys ‘til early
Gettin’ bankrolled by workers comp and social security
I’m purely pragmatic, seems pensions are pointless
With several social services supplying my choices
My portfolio of options is neatly arranged
I’m a day trader at the needle exchange
I’ll flip it in a minute, gonna stick it to the cynics
In the champagne room at the methadone clinic
I’m burnin' it down, my tenacity’s so hot
Entitlements combinin’ like a japanese robot
See my crew on public television, that’s who we are
Double-fistin’, both hands in the cookie jar
C is for C-note - that’s good enough for me,
I roll with Big Bird, my posse’s on Sesame

And it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
I ain’t spendin’ all ‘dem benjamins on payin’ the rent
Can’t keep yo money cuz it’s already mine
Life is good under the poverty line
Yeah it’s poverty, man; forty seven percent
Oh I meant what I said and I said what I meant
Give me a hand up? I gotta decline
Life is good under the poverty line