Broke by Design

. You ever check your balance? And see your soul decline?

That's not pop. Hmm. That's policy. Every day's a hustle I didn't

choose. Bills stack up, sick of the news. Paycheck drops,

I blink, it's gone. They selling survival as a marathon. Grocery bag cost

half my pay. Gas tank laughs in my face today. They call it

freedom, I call it rent. Same ten hours, more than spent.

They tell me, "Work hard, climb the sign." But the ladder's built on borrowed

time. Dreams on layaway, peace on loan. We stream our lives,