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Broke (feat. Keith Allen)
Intro (Keith Allen)Were you ever without, money to pay billsor ever have problems putting food on the table did you ever doubt or feel you had no hope of changing your lifestyle cuz you were so broke
YKCI ain't no joke, but I sure am brokeNo dollars no change, nada, nopeIn my pockets, (damn) nothing but lintAny money I had, already spentWhen ya got nothing, ya got nothing to loseNo house, no school, no spouse, no rulesIt makes no sense, since I don't have centsI'm pulled to poverty like it's a magnet
The 23rd StallionCan't take this anymore/ there was piss on the floor/ no heat at times/ can't sleep open eyes/ like beat with no rhymes/ can't eat with no knives/ no pops in my life so I guess I gotta fight/ hate to see winta/ trouble with the kerosene heata/ don't mean to seem bitta/ locus in the house I've never seen bigga/ through the scraps and the bumps by grace I was chased never jumped.
Tur-BoGrowing up wasn't easy believe me, we was poor,everytime the rain dropped we had pots on the floor,heard shots around the block, we put locks on the door,only shopped at certain spots not a lot we could afford,'fraid to have people over cuz we had so many roaches,that's why we made excuses everytime our peers approached us, you couldn't even probably, properly have a clue unless poverty was possibly something that you've been through,
Chorus (Keith Allen)I'm out here always on the grind, wish I could say I'm doing fine,seems I'm wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime, havin' more than pocket change is strange to me,still I make it through everyday amazinglymy life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet
The 23rd StallionHad a father/ whose a doctor/ who didn't wanna botha to pay child support/it took awhile of course/ to get some money from him/ must have been funny to him/ well not for us/ got tough/Daily/ weekly/ yearly/failing/ to pick up slack/ I got sick of that/now picture that/ pretty sad but true/ bouncing checks like basketballs/ oh the bastard called
Tur-BoHow shameful a position, to ask for some assistance,from other family members who only showed resistancethey didn't quite approve of conditions that we lived in,sometimes I just assumed they didn't care for our existenceand they were so religious which is why I used to wonderhow they donated to charities but chose to let us sufferwas it cuz of grudges that they had against my mother,or maybe cuz my father had a different skin color YKCWhat you know about sleepin through nights in train terminalsLookin over your shoulder, no telling who might murder yaLivin your life just tryin to find your wayLucky to even mange one meal a dayI made it to college cause of financial aidSnuck in the dorms cause I couldn't make the gradeAt 18 my friends and I, sneakin in barsThey go home but me, I be sleepin in cars
Chorus (Keith Allen)I'm out here always on the grind, wish I could say I'm doing fine,seems I'm wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime, havin' more than pocket change is strange to me,still I make it through everyday amazinglymy life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet
Tur-BoI got no problems or regrets about the way I was raised,but a ghetto's not a place that I'ma let my kids stay,unless it was of course the only place that I could affordI'd like to thank my family members who showed lack of support,they'll read the writing on the wall that tables will turnthey got some neighbors who can't wait to see the favors returnand if you ever get the nerve to ask Turb for anything,best remember not to call erase the thought from memory.
YKCBack then, never felt nearly aliveWent through every day wit a glass tear in my eyeIt's like we'd steal to survive, I was runnin wit thievesNext morning on line for that government cheeseThat the only cheddar I seen, No better it seemedMade it through hard times I found it better to dreamThinkin back kid, if I didn't have thisI probably would have gone and got my ass kicked, a lot more
The 23rd StallionStrugglin/ husstlin/ pissed/ angry at the world for this/ friggin mess I'm in/ but like the wind the direction will change/ and we'll reflect on the days when we had no dough/ but I'm glad ya know/ cause the strength of my mom/ help strengthen the bond/makes me think of this song/ so I'm thankful that I'm able to put the past aside/ I was destined to shine/ no more wastin my time
Chorus (Keith Allen)I'm out here always on the grind, wish I could say I'm doing fine,seems I'm wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime, havin' more than pocket change is strange to me,still I make it through everyday amazinglymy life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet
Outro (Keith Allen)
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