Youngs Ditch, Husbando Newport, Shodi - Poverty lyrics

One comes twos, three more I wrap around
The mic cord then we
Spit alluring when we rap around
A circle in an enclosed space
Thinkin' of living in the rest of my days
While getting hella paid
Never erase a single of my dreamscapes
Sinkin’ in the ship, wait
Done with this shit
Page kept as a kid, didn't know how to live
And I'm nervous
What could I’ve done to deserve this?
Trapped in a closure of debt and foreclosure
But, you still throw it up, rob the key
It's not enough to keep me celled now
I'll never sell out
Artists who are starvin' all
Consider eatin' pens now
Fated to a line where they never see success
Impatient as I am with a symbol on the chest
That's who I write for
When Shodi's at his best
On the pen and paper, roll a 6 when he says

I've only got a dollar to my name
Monopoly money
No sugar daddies giving me the time of day
Anime honey my story is a joke you’ve
Heard about a thousand times no longer funny
I wanna go somewhere where I
Will never hear the rain alaska’s sunny

This poverty has got me sittin'
With a new perspective
Waitin’ for employment checks with no time
To be fun or reckless
If I had a dime for every
Time I checked the classified
I'd buy a restaurant
Eat every day and leave no room for seconds
The Earthly value that I have
Won't translate into cash
No job doing simple trash
Couldn't make the manager there laugh
I wonder if the world didn’t
Have to be this way
A rogue or lonesome wanderer Blackbeard
'til my beard is gray
I ask myself to think about what
Would the legends say or do
When I remember Gandhi himself
Was starvin' too
If I can't pull a check working
Retail 'til I wanna scream
It's time to drop a track and join
The scene figure out my dream

Bread, ramen, and rice
Tears, famine, and dice
One day we'll be rich
But, it's not your common heist
Fender's just a little bent
Volvo's got a little dent
Got a thousand different subs
Now I gotta pay the rent
Couch and clothes out on the pavement
Just a break is what I'm cravin'
You'd cry if you saw my savings
Studio's my only haven i want the good shit
I want a guitar i want to rip licks
Limos and cigars i want to make art
I want to create so I'mma spit bars
Before it's too late come watch the sunrise
Rising star report! Starting the franchise:
Husbando Newport this is my last bet
Dollar to my name going into debt
That's the price of fame