Broke dreams turn into broke fiends
Shot down my success so I shot up my veins
Might be a baby on the way,it got me stressin'
Broke with no job, hunger teaches a hard lesson
Girls in the back room getting high with depravity
Product of her parents, addiction and poverty
I'm in the front room looking for change and time to buy
No love but fuck an image, survival is in short supply
Fuck yes I'm angry, history dealt me a bad hand
I'm left hungry, can't live right, guess its back to poverty again
Overly trained,dangerously educated, and a new lesson plan
No respect for myself but fuck the system,with bullets or words, I'll still kill a man
I'll find freedom 6 feet deep in the sticks of Tennessee
So I'm digging a grave for a man, viewed dead like me
A coffin nailed shut with addiction and tragedy
Death dealt from a ravage rifle of fate, that fired a kill shot of insanity
Hard times hit, too hard for friends, ignored my cries, ignored my screams
Fatal truth of life that surrounds my reality,still no friends, just more fiends
Coming back up so I'll remember their actions and I'll guarantee
If y'all see me around, I don't remember you and y'all don't know me
