Broke

I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow, still smoking even tho. I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow, still smoking even tho

I got problems, they flocking, I’m trying not to stress to my coffin, so I stay coughing. I got problems they flocking, bad kid with no stocking, cabinets empty like conches. Echo back against the sconces. The ceilings on the floor, and theirs a hole in our front door and don’t wanna be here, I don’t wanna be here any more, I’m feeling soar and feelings soar. God show me the door, God keep my heart pure, what’s next, what’s next in store. I need to be restored. I can’t take it, I can’t take it anymore

I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow still smoking even tho. I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow, still smoking even tho

Robbing Peter to pay Paul and I’m not blinking, not blinking at all. End up with less than nouthin, I can’t stall, Dropping walls to expose the visceral halls, with pain lined walls, I got Problems, don’t we all. Weary of the climb, and scared of the fall. Tired of the heat, ready for the snow. Truth is I’m not balling, I’m not balling at all I’m in the bathroom no toilet paper on the roll, another oh boy here we go, so Row row row your boat, but I’m not balling I’m broke

I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow still smoking even tho. I’m not balling, I’m broke. Problems keep calling, I cope. Electric due, lights out, no isotope. Darkness even flow, still smoking even tho

I’m not balling I’m broke, keep grinding big hope, weed to help me cope, trust in God to know my worth. Putting in work one shot on this earth. Pick up my pen and then I go bezerk untill i leave my mark in this dirt. Making demons hurt with the wrinkles in my shirt. Slow it down and speed back up make em do the twerk. Highschool dance moves just won’t work. Hit em where it hurts. Say I know my worth. I know what that’s worth

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