Broke - Trak

Pushing doors, but they barley open

The stress got me puffin disgusting always smoking

My lungs collapsing, I’m always choking

Depression got me pressed in, it’s always potent

Trying to get this money for my freedom

Cuz if you ain’t got it, then we paying by bleeding

Trying to get the jump, but the government scheming

I’m dying to live, working to survive whats the meaning

Tried that 9 to 5, corporate living, getting by

I don’t really see a reason in it to stay alive

Do i got love for the city, hell nah

Constantly degrading

I’m running out of my patience

My skin color and passport the reason that I’m caged in

So the city can kiss my mufucking anus

These Days I’m broke as a bitch

Two options, either die or get rich

These Days I’m broke as a bitch

Two options, either die or get rich

Had a couple homies dropped off to Switzerland

A few stayed put, a few went to never land

Had me thinking i ain’t doing shit again

I’m craving something real in this fake world I’m living in

Cuz these days they looking at me, like aw pity him

Poor sucks, he actually gona make it through the bars again

Pardon him, he thinks he can still get out by bargaining

He thinks he still own his soul, he barely hears it when it call his name

Can’t he see locked up, handcuffs from the top up

Anchor on his ankle keep him propped up

Doesn’t her know he needs to stop fighting it, he’s going crazy

He should be grateful to be living in one of our golden cages

These Days I’m broke as a bitch

Two options, either die or get rich

These Days I’m broke as a bitch

Two options, either die or get rich