Lost In Poverty (Feat HankG)

 

Destined for prison im having a vision that i wont be able to feed my children,

My mother in the kitchen tryin' to make a chicken then the gas went,

Cant pay the rent i sell hash and ecstasy on the weekend to try send mom 15€ and a few cent,

Is it my destiny to never be able to support a family,

Lord tell me before im drove to insanity,

Its a tragedy i cant even afford a shrink to help save my mentality,

Ive noticed out of my family im the coldest and im the youngest not the oldest,

Ive survived against the wind and blind evil masterminds so now i cant unwind,

Wish i could rewind back to when dad died he was my guide and always managed to provide,

Many nights ive cried having fatal thoughts of suicide,

A bullet proof vest cant save you if your dying inside theres no where to hide,

Lack of paper got me stressed and depressed i cant rest the irish goverment forgot about the west,

The police have me under arrest because of the way i dressed maybe its a test,

But i cant buy better, best i got is black cargos a teffy vest and a sweater with a hole in the center,

poverty has it in for me just a journey that you will never be free,

Its crazy but will my lady or family be able to pay for me to go to a cematary,

Bury me a G legendary because even tho im broke my advesarys still envy me,

 

 

Thin Is the air that I breathe

Hard labor favoring my back giving me grief

As I, wipe the dirt from my face on my sleeve

I’m thinking ‘bout the things I thought I’d achieve

Working 9 to 5, low wage, not getting paid till I arrive at the site

A 2 hour drive each way replayed for 365 days

What happened to my American Dream?

It seems, like I planned for one extreme but got the other

Should have listened to my mother when she said

You’ll carry less on your back if there’s more in your head

Instead I followed my own path not taking advice and moving too fast

I wanted the cash, I wanted the bling, I wanted the things that money would bring

I wanted the girls and yah, I wanted the world to revolve around me

Way back when I believed, in the American dream

I’m praying’ for changes but no change has been found

I’m making’ each payment but its weighing me down

Either pay rent by days end or lay on the ground

yet still all these dreams they keep chasing me ‘round

Dreams of playing for crowds, amazed with my sound

Then painting the town, bottles raised to the clouds

The dreams I once had have been shrouded in clouds

Only shame and self-blame remains with me now