Hard Times in the Trap (Rap Remix)

Pockets were hollow, dreams in the gutter,

Empty fridges hum, mama's calls stutter.

Corners whisper names, snakes blend in the grass,

Childhood evaporates, fast cash—won't last.

Broke boy blues, stacking nickels for cents,

Back alleys taught me lessons schools never commenced.

Tears mix with rain, filth seeps in my pores,

At war with the world but losing every score.

They said the devil shakes hands in the dead of the night,

Streetlight halos turn halos to plight.

Dope in my socks, coke in my drawers,

Hope suffocated by handshakes with laws.

Broke boy blues, stacking nickels for cents,

Back alleys taught me lessons schools never commenced.

Tears mix with rain, filth seeps in my pores,

At war with the world but losing every score.

Brick by brick, I'm building fire for the frost,

For every drug deal, another son lost.

Prayers faded echoes, can’t buy a halo,

Just dirty banknotes and fears dat don't show.

Here comes the guilt, it creeps in so silent,

Notes from the piano and my mind turns violent.

Shadows bring faces, their families cry,

They’ll never know I hate myself when I lie.

Broke boy blues, chasing pennies like dreams,

Paper stacks blind us from these hellish schemes.

Life in a cipher, broke but still with pride,

Eyes see the truth, hearts stay terrified.