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vect - poverty storm lyrics

08. poverty storm

& if you laugh at my pain i’ll laugh when you go through the same & the change like mine then you choke on my name….

when the only thing that has your back is them cold & hard+ass rocks you be laying on, you have literally hit rock bottom. sh+t doesn’t get more real than this. reality comes blasting your t++th out with a pair of knuckles on its fist

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bound to a world i cannot evade
it’s caving in on me as i slowly disintegrate

can’t break this curse of k!ller destitution
running out of my mind & out of solutions
i got beaten so hard i’m financially crippled, dude
i don’t have gas $ or car for what i need to pursue
i’m hunting for refundable recyclablеs day & night
i hold on tight for what i still have in this life
i nevеr thought i’d be that unfortunate dude pushing a cart
what doesn’t k!ll ya makes ya stronger & i keep that in my heart
my enemies in my head, i can hear all their laughter
finding employment is like finding a cure for cancer
those who trivialize & judge me i get my fill
nomad, vagabond, call me what ya will
everywhere i turn a financial issue
getting more anti+social, sorry if i diss you
i don’t wanna become what i hate, no f+cking way
i feel like the more i take, the worse i’m gonna change
doomed living as indigence, worst enemy is penury
this elongating struggle forever like centuries
don’t like to do it, but i shoplift when i must
i got more time than money, staying ready for what comes
this is also my fault, i got no qualms of owning up
sick of all this misery, every day i’m throwing up
addiction to the musick more than you’d know
i can’t completely stop, i can only work slow
look for income like crazy so i can rise out this dirt
past recent years i’ve endured my worst
i’m doing all i can, but i can hardly stand
i feel like nothing because i don’t have a bit of cash
it’s like misfortune & its gang jumped me, no warning signs
like i’m plagued to struggle the rest of my life
forlorn, my depression is mighty & got my core
i’m soaked in failure wading through the poverty storm

1 minute i’m your family, next minute i’m in the street
only myself having my back, i’m homeless as can be
i don’t ask for much, i’m pretty meager indeed
walking everywhere & get messed with by police
i squeeze the blade of my knife so hard until my palm bleeds
breaking sh+t all around me as i stress out & scream
these are times suicide hits me the hardest
it’s hypnotizing but try to evade it regardless
my cousin told me when we were cruising detroit once
he stopped his car & gave this homeless dude like 3 bucks
he said “always help a person out who don’t have as much
you never know, 1 day that might be you, cuzz.”
got my sign requesting $ as i sit on the strip
n0body gives a cent, them greedy f+cks don’t give a sh+t
things are always much better knowing you put in the effort
desperate times call for desperate measures
s.i.d.r.o.e…..

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