Broke In A Rich World

[Verse 1]
Wake up, check phone
Rent due, that loan
Tax man took half
Still broke, full grown
Cart full, heart drop
Price tag jump, shock
Scan beep, deep breath
Put back that snack, walk
Boss say “overtime”
Clock say “outta time”
Staring at a break room wall
Tryna stretch one dime
Mama call, light bill
Kids need that school meal
They posting yachts and jets
I’m posting past-due feels
[Chorus]
Yeah the world so cold, but my heart don’t fold (nah)
Living broke in a rich world, still I won’t let go
Got my back to the wall, but I stand up tall
If they stack that deck, I’ma play through it all
They can raise those rates, they can take that check
But they can’t tax hope, they can’t charge my breath
From the ground, from the mud, I’ma write my code
In a broke man’s life, I’m a rich man’s soul (yeah)
[Verse 2]
House cost sky high
Whole block priced out
Same street we grew
Can’t even buy that house
Government hands out
Right back, hand in
“Sign here, line there”
Same game, grand spin
Friends stuck, two jobs
Side hustle, small odds
Working like ten men
Still praying to beat odds
But I see you, I feel you
Same fight, it’s real too
We ain’t numbers on some chart
We the ones that push through
[Chorus]
Yeah the world so cold, but my heart don’t fold (never)
Living broke in a rich world, still I won’t let go
Got my back to the wall, but I stand up tall
If they stack that deck, I’ma play through it all
They can raise those rates, they can take that check
But they can’t tax hope, they can’t charge my breath
From the ground, from the mud, I’ma write my code
In a broke man’s life, I’m a rich man’s soul (woah)

rap, Dark trap meets dusty boom bap: menacing piano loop, detuned bells, and thick sub bass over punchy, swung drums. Male vocals, tight rhythmic flow in verses; hook opens with melodic rap and stacked harmonies for an uplifting chant. Occasional chopped vocal stabs, filtered intro, and a final drop where drums cut for one bar before slamming back in., motivational, world