Текст песни Young Broke - Letdown.

Tell me, sir, what am I doing wrong?
I followed all your rules, I went to school and still I couldn't get a job
Sir, please return my calls
There's poison in the well you built and poison in the walls
So, sir, I'm not tryna be a problem
Just trying to understand, how can you profit off the treatment?
When the blood is on you, sir, can't wash it off your hands
It's underneath your fingernails, it's written in your plans

You promised fire but sold me smoke
Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told
I can't afford to sell my soul
Gotta get rich fast or die young broke
And I won't die young broke

Whoa, whoa, whoa
I won't die young broke
Whoa, whoa, oh

Sir, LA's burning, kids sleeping on the streets
Damn your thoughts and prayers, can't you give them some relief?
And can't you see the hurting? And can't you see the pain?
Sir, every single person's got a face and got a name
They're not just dollar signs, not numbers on a page

You promised fire but sold me smoke
Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told
I can't afford to sell my soul
Gotta get rich fast or die young broke
And I won't die young broke

Whoa, whoa, whoa
I won't die young broke
Whoa, whoa, oh

You promised fire but sold me smoke
Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told