Tired of Being Broke

Yeah, there's two kinds of people today There's the happy people and there's people like me You think you know me, please you have no idea You think my life is great, shit I cover up the tears But inside my scalp there's thoughts of burning hell Thoughts of hurting myself and homicide as well But you can't tell because I'm good at hiding myself I got a lot problems that I never shared with no one else I been to a lot of doctors but the shit never helps They just stuff me with the pills to numb the pain that I felt And as we press, the aggression got me neck deep in depression Got me playing Russian Roulette with the Smith & Wesson Reminiscing back when things were still glistening Things were still clear when the puzzle pieces weren't missing Those days I miss em', but those days are history Those days I kissed em' goodbye for good And those days are the old days Now it's pay the rent 'fore you end up on the road days And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money bitch and that chain you got tucked I see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling But I don't got shit, so hand me your wallet And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money bitch and that chain you got tucked I'm tired of being broke with no gas in my probe I'm tired of living life stealing out of peoples homes Tired of not seeing money when I cash my check Sick of drinking to escape every change I get This life is no joke it will choke you to death Got me having panic attacks trying to catch my breath Working twelve hour days with six an hour pay Cleaning toilets, dish washing, Mark, I want my raise I deserve this shit, I bust a sweat in this place Can't afford cigarettes cause you stiffed me today And on top of all the bullshit that I was going through My girl told me I'm sorry we're done, it's over, through That's a hit under the belt, can't imagine how I felt My world crumbled, my parents were too far to help I was on my own bunk crying every night alone At least I had good friends that kept me inside there home And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money bitch and that chain you got tucked I see you flossing all that ice, you must be balling But I don't got shit, so hand me your wallet And I'm tired of being broke, I'm ready to stick you up Give me all your money bitch and that chain you got tucked