Broke & Broken

SWBEATS @ SUNO • 2026 • 😎 I'm perpetually skint, pockets whispering of a famine, Checking the balance, ain't nothing left to examine. Finessing the system, but the structure is predatory, Destitution is the only recurring theme in my story. Fiscal asphyxiation, no cheddar, no bread, no feta, Just a mountain of notices, a subservient debtor. Grinding in the shadows, but the hustle is a mirage, Living hand-to-mouth, dodging the collection barrage. Gentrification swallowing the block, ravenous appetite, Eviction notices stapled in the dead of the night. No deed to my name, just a transient interloper, Priced out the zip code by a billionaire developer. I'm navigating the trenches, a squatter in my own mind, A monolithic concrete jungle where the affluent are blind. We caught lacking, packing boxes, perpetual migration, A generation locked out of the wealth accumulation. Optimism evaporated, a cynical paradigm, Systematic subjugation masquerading as a crime. I'm staring at the precipice, the abyss is looking back, Every aspiration derailed, completely off the track. No silver linings, just a canopy of perpetual gray, Manifesting miracles, but the heavens look away. We marginalized, ostracized, caught in the undertow, A melancholic symphony, with nowhere left to go. So I spit this soliloquy, double-time on a broken beat, Navigating the labyrinth, dragging these weary boots. A withered tree in the wasteland, severed from the roots. No capital, no acreage, a desolate trajectory, Documenting the downfall in this vocalized directory. Just a rusty soprano echoing in the hollow void, A broken-down spirit, permanently destroyed. Nothing left.