[Verse 1]

Play a guitar jam on the sidewalk next to the street

Have a bucket of pathetic coins and dollars by your feet

The true hustle is to overcome the status of deadbeat

An entire day can go by, you earn nothing but a true sense of defeat

Scraping the floors for more points to your score, the prize is something to eat

After touching the ground so long, you have cold sores, and treating that's a chore

And once you're cured, you move spots, now you're at a corner with a store

You try your best to get hired, but they're expressing deplore for your core

And that's pretty called for, you couldn't even show up in socks

This unclean screen you view your life in could need a trip to a detox

[Verse 2]

You spend a couple months trying to afford tickets for the lottery

One day you look at your ticket, your eyes become watery

You've become the lucky winner, now you've advanced to basic poverty

You've got a roof over your head, but do you spend that money wisely?

In this case, you don't, you buy your main fuel and tell others "don't bother me"

Your neighbors write a noise complaint over that sound-system you bought

You refuse to move, you leave an excuse, when the cops came over, you fought

You're charged with abuse, you try to accuse the complainers of setting you up

You're put on the news, you pretend to confuse when you fail the test with the cup

You've misused your luck, you're stuck in the fuck

If I asked are you proud, would you say "Yup"?