I’ve felt poor, ‘n I’ve felt rich.
I’ve had it all, ‘n ain’t had piss.
If there’s but one thing that I’m
most certain of – I’d have t’say
Money doesn’t buy happiness,
for those that’re broke as isht!
Even food becomes dissipative.
At a young stage, most kids my age
learned t’be REALLY f’kin creative.
Or else our asses were goin’ t’bed
hungry as hell, without.
I’m tellin’ you this with certainty,
as not t’leave ANY doubt.
Hell, I’m not the King of Poverty,
but I believe I have some clout.
I really hate t’brag – but I know
what fixin’ various meatless
sandwiches is all about.
It’s one of the cheapest meals
that the refrigerator reveals –
when y’cupboards are fully out.
And hand me downs are like
merry-go-rounds when your
Family is full of boys.
The same goes for bedding,
active wear, ‘n various types
of, sometimes broken, toys.
Oh, the joys.
Havin’ lived through the worst
of times – is reason enough
Knowin’ it helped me become
the person that I am today –
gives purpose to my voice.
Money can’t buy my happiness,
because I refuse to rely on it
I’m too old for that.