Aiiyo..
life of poverty bothers me, living inside a monstrosity
look at what I've gotten me, death from all this bodily
harm I inflict, to my own body welfare
but who the hell cares, I put my self there
morphine, oxycodon, codons
sell DNA to sperm banks to get my phone on
I can't escape, fate erased my space
in this universe and replaced it with another face
How the fuck can I afford to pay attention in class
when I can't afford to eat, man the tention will last
struggle of a lifestyle, living as a hype child
giving you a right smile, fuck I want to die wild
when I see some money, that sweet little green
a forest fire, flames and erases my dreams
get a percocet, sell it to a turkish gent, get percent
spend the cents, go to sleep poor again
A poor existance, living to get rich
shot from a gangster, dead in a wet ditch
robbed for ya drugs ya bod caught a slug
a never ending cycle when you gotta be a thug
could barely afford like a ford with no doors
empty pockets with a broken watch from force
of a death blow horse, the chariot sweepin
when it comes to me, why am I scared of it weepin?
guilded age of today, to the old and gray
fore closers on thier homes being sold away
there's death and destruction, nothing left
When I didn't even fuckin' do something yet
should I take the tech and break somebodies neck
to get fake respect, and then make my checks?
ir's a paradox in a pair of socks and my shoes
and You'll never understand, what can never be used
I'm tired of this life, and I'll never be free
is that why in my blood I keep the letters with me
that spell out my demise, ''Poverty With Me''?
Well let's see.. guess I'll never be able to be
A poor existance, living to get rich
shot from a gangster, dead in a wet ditch
robbed for ya drugs ya bod caught a slug
a never ending cycle when you gotta be a thug