I Wonder

I'm sick of being broke, tired of being layed off

No food on the table, plus the cabel's off

It's like I can't find a job, gotta hustle hard

Two packs one cat on the boulevard

Strapped up, Black hoodie with the mask on

Never know when you gotta get the blast on

Nowadays gotta know who your friends are

And make sure they don't know where your ends are

I'm falling head over heals, about to lose my wheels

Hanging on the edge by a thin piece of thread

Burning that purke till my eyes hurt