I’m tired of being broke!
Yeah I got a job, but my check gets chopped
and screwed by Uncle Sam. And I don’t ever want to see him again!
False intentions of ends lead to my ends being spent to start a trend
that gets old once it gets hot again.
The principals I grew up with led me astray with hope. Broke isn’t a
state of mind it’s a county-wide search for c-notes. I look to hit my
quota, but I had 2 sharpen my notes. Then again I can’t afford to not
record cliff notes!
My pencil divorced the paper trail, there was no need to elope.