Broke
(feat. Keith Allen)

Intro
Were you ever without, money to pay bills
or ever have problems putting food on the table
did you ever doubt or feel you had no hope of changing your lifestyle cuz you were so broke 

YKC
I ainít no joke, but I sure am broke
No dollars no change, nada, nope
In my pockets, (damn) nothing but lint
Any money I had, already spent
When ya got nothing, ya got nothing to lose
No house, no school, no spouse, no rules
It makes no sense, since I donít have cents
Iím pulled to poverty like itís a magnet 

The 23rd Stallion
Canít take this anymore/ there was piss on the floor/ no heat at times/ canít sleep open eyes/ like beat with no rhymes/ canít eat with no knives/ no pops in my life so I guess I gotta fight/ hate to see winta/ trouble with the kerosene heata/ donít mean to seem bitta/ locus in the house Iíve never seen bigga/ through the scraps and the bumps by grace I was chased never jumped.

Tur-Bo
Growing up wasnít easy believe me, we was poor,
everytime the rain dropped we had pots on the floor,
heard shots around the block, we put locks on the door,
only shopped at certain spots not a lot we could afford,
Ďfraid to have people over cuz we had so many roaches,
thatís why we made excuses everytime our peers approached us, you couldnít even probably, properly have a clue unless poverty was possibly something that youíve been through, 

Chorus
Iím out here always on the grind, wish I could say Iím doing fine,
seems Iím wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime,
haviní more than pocket change is strange to me,
still I make it through everyday amazingly
my life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet 

The 23rd Stallion
Had a father/ whose a doctor/ who didnít wanna botha to pay child support/it took awhile of course/ to get some money from him/ must have been funny to him/ well not for us/ got tough/Daily/ weekly/ yearly/failing/ to pick up slack/ I got sick of that/now picture that/  pretty sad but true/ bouncing checks like basketballs/ oh the bastard called 

Tur-Bo
How shameful a position, to ask for some assistance,
from other family members who only showed resistance
they didnít quite approve of conditions that we lived in,
sometimes I just assumed they didnít care for our existence
and they were so religious which is why I used to wonder
how they donated to charities but chose to let us suffer
was it cuz of grudges that they had against my mother,
or maybe cuz my father had a different skin color

YKC
What you know about sleepin through nights in train terminals
Lookin over your shoulder, no telling who might murder ya
Livin your life just tryin to find your way
Lucky to even mange one meal a day
I made it to college cause of financial aid
Snuck in the dorms cause I couldnít make the grade
At 18 my friends and I, sneakin in bars
They go home but me, I be sleepin in cars 

Chorus
Iím out here always on the grind, wish I could say Iím doing fine,
seems Iím wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime,
haviní more than pocket change is strange to me,
still I make it through everyday amazingly
my life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet 

Tur-Bo
I got no problems or regrets about the way I was raised,
but a ghettoís not a place that Iíma let my kids stay,
unless it was of course the only place that I could afford
Iíd like to thank my family members who showed lack of support,
theyíll read the writing on the wall that tables will turn
they got some neighbors who canít wait to see the favors return
and if you ever get the nerve to ask Turb for anything,
best remember not to call erase the thought from memory. 

YKC
Back then, never felt nearly alive
Went through every day wit a glass tear in my eye
Itís like weíd steal to survive, I was runnin wit thieves
Next morning on line for that government cheese
That the only cheddar I seen, No better it seemed
Made it through hard times I found it better to dream
Thinkin back kid, if I didnít have this
I probably would have gone and got my ass kicked, a lot more 

The 23rd Stallion
Strugglin/ husstlin/ pissed/ angry at the world for this/
friggin mess Iím in/ but like the wind the direction will change/ and weíll reflect on the days when we had no dough/ but Iím glad ya know/ cause the strength of my mom/ help strengthen the bond/makes me think of this song/  so Iím thankful that Iím able to put the past aside/ I was destined to shine/ no more wastin my time 

Chorus
Iím out here always on the grind, wish I could say Iím doing fine,
seems Iím wasting my time, trying to scrap up a dime,
haviní more than pocket change is strange to me,
still I make it through everyday amazingly
my life is a dead-end street, gotta do more than make ends meet 

Outro (Keith Allen)

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