One dollar to my name and I need a million or more
**** this collar its all the same the boss gets the score
While I act like a ***** for a dollar and stay poor
I welcome death at my door I'm hollow to the core

Hollow to the core longing for nevermore
Empty eyes they've been dry for a year or more
My heart is sore and still life takes more and more
Only option only path my only choice is to end, or...

Struggle to survive walk on and act like I'm really alive
Yeah, like I'm really alive aimless I've missed the time
It's like these rhymes I make they wander listless across the line
Maybe me and my suicidal friends are just a sign of the times

Anti depressants like water and **** like the air we breathe
Loss is always what comes after seeds are planted in earth
Reap the young **** us cause the old have need for wealth
Can't breath buried by bills tossed away if we lose our health

Looking at my till with more cash than I'll ever have
Breaking my will patch it with the stash in the cave
Work till the day I die I know for sure I am a slave
Misery is sold cheap these days its the new wave

Drowning, breaking hearts, while the markets break the chart
I mourn the loss of innocence while I commit evil just to eat
Criminal thief and dealer but I always made that rent
I grow colder my veins icy all the way to the heart

Nowadays I invest in blackrock even as they steal the future
To poor to not play the stocks heal finances like ***** sutures
But its more like I'm locked in stocks while wealth laughs at my fears
If I don't succeed than I can only hope my face will be graced by tears
Only twenty three and I feel the depth of years