Tired of Being Broke - Denace

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