This is a song about "Poverty"

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

Growin' up in poverty in ghettoes with the caskets closed,

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

We need to fix these streets, people livin’ in the poverty,

Breeds from the poverty,

But make sure if they do see

Who will free us from the chains of poverty

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Violence, crime, famine, lack of structure, poverty,

But it’s hard to believe with all this poverty and crime,

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

Korrupt kats that's jocking me, poverty, possibly a oligarchy economy

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

On top of me the feds, economy's poverty, gotta be the heads,