Lyrics Broke +- - Jay Rock

Broke +-

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'?