Broke (Demo Version)

How many days do I got left ct the bottom I been stressed out I've been caught up It's a battle that I'm not gonna win How many days tryna struggle Tryna catch up Trip and stumble Clean my act up What's the tax on Some fucking peace of mind cnd could I stop being broke I'm tired of being broke Could I stop being broken I'm tired of being broken Eyy, eyy fuck em up Heartbroken I still run it up You know a nigga still bout his cash It's a Catch 22 unabashed Like how are you not more ashamed? Secrets there so you can't escape em Cut a track and it's done at pains Full of pain tryna cut a check Petr Cech yeah I come with saves One stack in the fucking bank Spent all of it cuz I gave this The shirt off my back as what a cape Been masked did it for the game But what's love that makes you wanna leave Or get tunnel vision till you up and cave None of this shit fucking changes unless Unless I stop being broke I'm tired of being broke Could I stop being broken? I'm tired of being broken How many days do I got left ct the bottom I been stressed out I've been caught up It's a battle that I'm not gonna win Maybe she'd love me more if I was rich man I don't mean to be uncharitable But my heart on my sleeve like a wristband cnd at my wits end cuz two lovers tryna withstand all of Capitalism's onslaughts is a mismatch These days love so commodified Can't tell if she really love me or just get sad When she isn't loved But being broke put the pressure on In either case I just never thought that I'd see the day I'd see my love say she wouldn't wait For me cuz I ain't Got a fucking dollar here to my name Broke as fuck and broken-hearted Broken records I know it started Cuz I'm still here and broke I'm tired of being broke Could I stop being broken I'm tired of being broken How many days do I got left ct the bottom I been stressed out I've been caught up It's a battle that I'm not gonna win How many days tryna struggle Tryna catch up Trip and stumble Clean my act up What's the tax on Some fucking peace of mind I'm back on my heartbreak KJ! shit You know my heartrate shaking this The realest shit I've made as yet Feeling the weight of paying rent cnd tryna be creative it's an albatross as chain on neck I ain't changing shit unless the change is right I move in leaps but chain reactions make you pay the price For the paper lies we bought and sold Fated by my fostered soul Impossible was nothing Till I realized that my pockets broke cnd they base your prospects off your pocketbook cnd freedom costs a grip, wrung my hands and thought I'm just fucking tired of not being able to pay for shit man That's all that's the punchline Fuck being broke, that's all That's the—that's the punchline Yeah