Testo di Dollar Story

From the sharpie on the tile To the black mold found behind the drywall There’s an energy to poverty you can’t run from But I’m not even hiding You can adjust to anything if you’re leaving Even dollar store clorox you’re always breathing Drop ceilings raw feelings basement existence Life of a broke lonely pissant That’s just your nature Cheap drugs raw sex Low rent high drama It’s just how the ventless vent High risk Stretch plastic over broken windows To the space heater with built-in stove Bare bulb overhead lighting Mood future black hole you’re always fighting Particle board table depression Body gets it but brain misses message Tub washing clothes to save on quarters Need the money for your court date Can’t adjust (high risk) Low ambition (high risk) Nothing going (high risk) Can’t adjust (high risk)