Poverty

Here's my autobiography
A child raised by liquor bottles of poverty

Man the struggle is a part of me
Trying to beat the ghettos elite
I walk in those Soweto streets
Where the devils at the schemes
My mind entrapped
Watching things out, by the time I'm back
And through this rhyming path
I escaped from the sides of crime and wrath
Cause money, life depraved me

So this gangster's life engraved me
Times are planey, cause I couldn't afford
A decent life in pay suite
Man this whole thing aches me

Looking worse while you're flossing in them rings
It breaks me, while you're blinging maybe
I'm suffering, out of jealousy
I'm cussing man I'm smothered in
And only breathe when I'm crushing man
I'm lusting in your jewels, so let me take that
You live plush again dude
Look the hood's my background
And until my fortune change
I ain't gon' put the cash down

[Hook: Ceez Luciano & (S.O.N)
Poverty aches, poverty breaks

Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

Poverty aches, poverty breaks
Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

Joh'burg nights, gangsters won't burst pipe
Press my dirt hype, lusting death
With guns get a flust knife
Slugs to the dome, gun shots
A thugs metronome, hugging the chrome
A survival kit, cause death waiting to arrive
Niggas tell me to vibe but quick
Seeking penance, cause the streets is our sentence

Our auras reek vengeance
Why we in this hell hole? Where's the promised land?
Every night a different shell blows
Take life on his hand
But all we seek is life and a chance
What a contradiction, we take life to get life
We act trife, don't give a fuck about tomorrow

We drown in sorrow, all day wishing our numbers get announced
By the lotto, for money kill now the motto
Decoys we down bottles, escaping that reality

Cause the world's got our souls
Fucking raped to their capacity
[Hook: Ceez Luciano & (S.O.N)
Poverty aches, poverty breaks

Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

Poverty aches, poverty breaks
Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

We ready to die for these sweet dreams we craving

In the streets the heat blazing
Deep police chasing, I guess we live by
High speed aiming, the hood fellas on the scenes
But we are under preen, we run the streets
We're running out of God's mercy
Nigga let the thunder be
Only the devil fund the schemes
While we all have our summer dreams

Planning to blow up someday and run a team
But until that day, and no more hungary
And the whole industry under me
I don't give a rat's ass, if blood money for my dreams
As long as I'm one with cream
Only then I'll stop gunning teens
Cause I'ma fry in hell
While leave behind a legacy, and a clientele
[Hook: Ceez Luciano & (S.O.N)
Poverty aches, poverty breaks

Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

Poverty aches, poverty breaks
Everything I am now, poverty made
Poverty pains, poverty remains
In the back of our minds, and when the crime takes place

Poverty, poverty, poverty
Poverty, poverty, poverty
No, no, no
Poverty, poverty, poverty