𝓑𝓮𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓮 / 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓴𝓮, 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 💰💲📉💵

Still broke, still breathing, No dollar but I’m still believing, No money, still grinding hard, Overdraft heart but I’m playing my part. Still broke, can’t slow me, Bills on my back but they don’t own me, No dollar, no cash to spare — But I’m still right here. Five in the morning, adrenaline pouring, Already awake ’cause the pressure is roaring, Rent on the table, electric is warning, Balance so low it’s financially mourning. Counting the dollars, dividing the quarters, Stretching a paycheck smaller and shorter, Working a shift then I pick up another, Father, provider, exhausted but stubborn. Steel-toe boots with a crack in the sole, Back bent over but carrying hope, Clock never slow and the debt never choke— No, the debt never choke, it just tightens the rope. Son want Jordans, I seen ’em in store, Price tag punch like a shot to the core, He said “I’m good, Dad,” walked to the door, That “I’m good” hurt more than before. Daughter want nuggets and fries with a shake, I’m calculating every dollar I make, Dollar menu nights, smile that I fake, Wonder how much disappointment they take. I ain’t lazy, I ain’t weak, I just can’t make these numbers meet, Run full speed on a treadmill street, Chasing a balance I’ll never defeat. Still broke, still breathing, No dollar but I’m still believing, No money, still grinding hard, Overdraft heart but I’m playing my part. Still broke, can’t slow me, Bills on my back but they don’t own me, No dollar, no cash to spare — But I’m still right here. Sitting inside of the truck in the dark, Engine off but igniting the spark Of doubt in my chest like it’s tearing apart Every belief that I built from the start. Two jobs, side gigs, barely surviving, Mind overdriving, anxiety thriving, Every deposit already divided, Future and present financially colliding. Late fees stacking, the interest attacking, Credit collapsing, the system is taxing, Body is cracking, but pride overlapping, I’m never relaxing, just constantly acting Like everything’s fine when it’s far from stable, Smile at the kids at the dinner table, Cereal nights when the fridge ain’t able, Praying tomorrow the odds are favorable. No savings, no safety net, Just sacrifice and regret, If love was currency we’d be set, But love don’t cancel debt. Sometimes I feel like I’m less of a man, ’Cause I can’t stretch money past my hands, But then my kids start clapping in rhythm, Turn kitchen floors into coliseums. Radio loud, we laugh in the chaos, Music the one thing they can’t take from us, No dollar rich, but spirit wealthy, Broken bank — but the family healthy. (Final Hook – Stronger Delivery) Still broke, still breathing, No dollar but I’m still believing, No money, still grinding hard, Overdraft heart but I’m playing my part. Still broke, can’t fold me, Pressure heavy but it don’t control me, No dollar, no cash to spare — But I’m still right here. But I’m still right here.