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02-09-2006, 05:57 AM
http://slumz.boxden.com/showthread.php?t=621840
From my rhyming battle with TonyGee...crit or compliment, please...A+
Flat Broke Nigga Blues
It feels like this month, every nickel costs a dime
And the things that I need most are money and time
Situation is so bad, I need to write it down in rhyme
Got a square brother like me contemplating doing crime
You see, the hunger in my belly is too persistent to ignore
But I’ve got no credit line, unless I shoplift from the store
I pay these bills when I can, but the bastards still want more
Late with my rent again, so I duck the landlord at the door
Monetary pressure grips tightly like a noose around my neck
Been out of work for three weeks, there’s no sign of a paycheck
Want to look for another job, but my Cutlass sedan is a wreck
It’s a perpetual game of chess where I’m constantly in check
Looked under couch cushions for change, found nothing except lint
I prayed to God last night for cash, hoping that blessings will be sent
My girlfriend showed me a jewelry ad, that’s her not-so-subtle hint
She wants more bling for Valentine’s, but my money’s already spent
I don’t want to be the next brother handcuffed on the 10 o’clock news
Singing those sad, society-screwed-me-now-I’m-flat-broke nigga blues
Hustling’s no longer an option, or at least it’s one I don’t want to choose
So how am I supposed to win when the deck’s stacked for me to lose?
From my rhyming battle with TonyGee...crit or compliment, please...A+
Flat Broke Nigga Blues
It feels like this month, every nickel costs a dime
And the things that I need most are money and time
Situation is so bad, I need to write it down in rhyme
Got a square brother like me contemplating doing crime
You see, the hunger in my belly is too persistent to ignore
But I’ve got no credit line, unless I shoplift from the store
I pay these bills when I can, but the bastards still want more
Late with my rent again, so I duck the landlord at the door
Monetary pressure grips tightly like a noose around my neck
Been out of work for three weeks, there’s no sign of a paycheck
Want to look for another job, but my Cutlass sedan is a wreck
It’s a perpetual game of chess where I’m constantly in check
Looked under couch cushions for change, found nothing except lint
I prayed to God last night for cash, hoping that blessings will be sent
My girlfriend showed me a jewelry ad, that’s her not-so-subtle hint
She wants more bling for Valentine’s, but my money’s already spent
I don’t want to be the next brother handcuffed on the 10 o’clock news
Singing those sad, society-screwed-me-now-I’m-flat-broke nigga blues
Hustling’s no longer an option, or at least it’s one I don’t want to choose
So how am I supposed to win when the deck’s stacked for me to lose?
