Young Broke

Tell me, sir, what am I doing wrong?

I followed all your rules, I went to school and still I couldn't get a job

Sir, please return my calls

There's poison in the well you built and poison in the walls

So, sir, I'm not tryna be a problem

Just trying to understand, how can you profit off the treatment?

When the blood is on you, sir, can't wash it off your hands

It's underneath your fingernails, it's written in your plans

You promised fire but sold me smoke

Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told

I can't afford to sell my soul

Gotta get rich fast or die young broke

And I won't die young broke

Woah, woah, woah

I won't die young broke

Woah, woah, oh

Sir, LA's burning, kids sleeping on the streets

Damn your thoughts and prayers, can't you give them some relief?

And can't you see the hurting? And can't you see the pain?

Sir, every single person's got a face and got a name

They're not just dollar signs, not numbers on a page

You promised fire but sold me smoke

Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told

I can't afford to sell my soul

Gotta get rich fast or die young broke

And I won't die young broke

Woah, woah, woah

I won't die young broke

Woah, woah, oh

You promised fire but sold me smoke

Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told