Broke +- - Jay Rock

Yeah, yeah

Can I do my shiznit?

Can I be specific?

Can I chase this grip without lookin' too big for my britches?

Am I too prolific?

The vision, my pugilistic moods insisted

Food come from them tools, he’s so choose to use

Now Harriet Tubman say she freed a thousand slaves

Could’ve freed a thousand more if they was aware of the chains

What’s under the rugs remaining unexplained, truth is mostly taboo

Even when it’s starin' back at you like an enemy tattoo

Refusin' to play the statue, I take action, without quittin'

Until I reach my point of satisfaction, not givin' a crap what happens

I’m just a part of a winnin' family, call me Marlon Jackson

As I’m workin' hard to get my spin right

Morphine and novacane dull the pain, still don’t change the diagnos'

Pessimistic thoughts, curin' the bricks, we tryna find some hope

Most my counterparts be feeling the same, give me a light, let’s smoke

You either chasin' this dirty money, or living righteous broke

B is for the blood, R is for the ropes

O is for oppression, K is for the kush, need it just to cope

E is for the evolution, it’s for this resolution

Now have you ever been broke, sick of forever losin'?