We gotta get back to what really matters
Grew up poor, still poor but by american standards
Was a ghost at the most, broke
Been running around trying find a job
Broke nerd society gives big frowns
While y’all foreplay i punt that, four downs
On top of that, i’m broke
I fucking hate this job
And you suddenly got cream and all that time was broke and poor,
I mean fam, i was damn near invisible at school
You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper
It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,
I've seen niggas loose cool, niggas leave school
Best thing is, you were emotionally poor,
But you can't hide
I feel so broke inside
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