broke
Never been so broke
Can't even talk
Never been so broke
Can't even walk
I inhale only to choke
Carrying my heavy yoke
No money only smoke
Not funny being broke
For money I yearn
Money I don't earn
I work so hard
To get unpaid
She is a bastard
I wont get laid
Get paid and get laid
She said...
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Elfuric
Ever since I learnt how to write I never stopped writing short stories, poems and ideas. I am from Africa living in South Africa, Joburg. I am a business man with a love for music and writing. Its lovely how a poem can be turned into a song. Rhythm and Words are my closest friends. I respect The Sound of Life and the power in following your Heart which makes Music till the day you die.
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