Dead Broke Lyrics

Dead Broke but money ain't work

Can't put a price on your life or your worth

Dead broke but money ain't shit

Fuck what you have it's about what you give

Brain itching cuz I'm homesick

But back when I was home, I was focused on some bullshit

My brain itching due to my thoughts

Somebody come and get me I'm on suicide watch

5150 getting rid of my probs

Sick of my strife picking fights with my ops

Bite sized slice of life I cannot hide in plain sight

Hit the flight response

Stainless, now you hate them

I face it then fuck off, salutations

Sorry for the mess and the neck abrasions

But when it comes to death there's no best occasion.

Baseless, accusations

Who do you blame when the page is nameless?

Germane to state that the pains contagious

Hit the itch in my brain but don't say it's courageous

Dead Broke but money ain't work

Can't put a price on your life or your worth

Dead broke but money ain't shit

Fuck what you have it's about what you give

Red faced too many days in the sun

His mom a headcase and his daddy a drunk

Lead based, like what's in the gun

And a picture of his pain that he paints when it wrung

His love, or lack thereof

I wish he would've crawled out that rut that he dug

I was handcuffed by the drugs and the dance

A dance with the devil so I missed my chance