The cocaine dealer across the street

Makes more money

Than anyone else in the neighborhood.

I think that says something

About the state of things.

Times are bad

For feeling good.

$53 dollars in my bank account.

If I ever get the opportunity to sell out

I’m gonna kiss it long and deep on the mouth

I’ve done the struggle so good

I made it look

Like I was dancing.

While I was standing

On the side of your highways for hours at a time

Thumbing for a miracle that would never arrive

I don’t want to be poor anymore

I don’t wanna be poor

I wanna try that expensive toothpaste

They keep on the top shelf at the grocery store

Buy my mom a really nice birthday present

Not have to add water to the shampoo bottle anymore

I haven’t seen a doctor since I was 16 years old

I’m probably gonna die by catching a cold

Money may not buy happiness

But it does buy comfort

And a little bit of comfort could go a long way

In keeping the monsters of my mental health at bay

A zip lock bag full of dirty coins

To get me through a week

My cheeks go red with shame

As i pour it into the machine

I’ve done things that I’m ashamed of

For 9 dollars an hour

Sometimes it’s embarrassing

Just being alive

It’s been four years since we’ve been able to unlock the cars passenger’s side door