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letra de b.r.o.k.e.n. - wyte knight

{intro}
cuz, cuz, cuz i had everything
and i was
absolutely broken inside

{verse 1}
chill, ya
eskit whether i’m a billionaire or flat broke
i got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote
girl you’re fixing to get your heart broke
motherf-cker this is forever dope
life’s too short to ever go broke
girls i wanna ask if you want the smoke
fly as ricky steam boat
was a ghost at the most broke
if not dog i’m choking slut
we dated we broke up
i feel so broke inside
my uncle pulled up by my side ya
listen deeper to that music before you open the box
baby i represent the depression of the poor dam
a tally of a white man with a plan
cuz i’ma broke man
and that’s the truth

{skit}
cuz, cuz, cuz i had everything
and i was
absolutely broken inside

{verse 2}
uh, i’ve seen people loose their cool
people leave school
tell mr. hill we’re all trippin we cool
is that what you wanted to say
because i was broke
fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her back
for being another miss of the poor stoner
i wouldn’t listen to empower movement that was cool
it’s an afflicted issue both from rich and the poor
grew up poor still poor by our american standards
and you can underrate me but i know what i’m worth
blacks, whites, puerto ricans, rocs, poor or not
so i took another shot
searching for the churches in the pockets of the poor dam
got the racks on the racks you motherf-cking fool
you’re buying them cuz you got the jewelry
can’t tell my mom the same thang
they talk say cool jew another man
thats how they did it
they bought it from the government another ship
but don’t tell me sweet lady
please boo your not my size
and please tell me
if you f-ck your baby momma and let your momma do it at the same time
(broken)

{verse 3}
woo
i once contemplated suicide and would try
but bliss palm in my f-cking hand
f-ck some nun b-tch from st. john
thats how i felt in my mind
and that shit felt good
these peoples is lazy
but i think what i am
parents treat me like a baby
they know that i’m corrupt
brought crack and liquor to the ghetto
roll a nick of that lala
and let it play its f-cking mellow
these police have racial biases they put liquor in the ghetto
say h-llo to miss thang
i forgot your name, she yellow
your eyes are amazing
same as the f-cking ghetto we’re making

- wyte knight

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