I need a dollar,
Eyes on the pound signs,
Life's on the up,
A need a little bit of the downtime,
Umming and aaahing, thinking about now where to find a job
Nodding off on every night, wanting to find a kinder God...
But, its kinda hard to be making the ends meet,
I can't afford a round of drinks whenever my friends meet...
I'm reaching for my wallet in my jeans,
Digging my fingers into my pocket - all I feel is the seams.
See, I'm embarrassed that I borrow my suit
And I'm not the type of candidate your boss will recruit,
Mum says I'm a waster, it's probably true...
I used to always have to cheat in monopoly too...
Sorry to you, if you are tired of me having a moan
Ringing the bank for a loan but they hang up the phone,
Plus the landlords upping the rent,
When it rains it pours and no it doesn't relent...

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I was sitting at the table with a ready meal
Mum telling me I'd never ever get a deal,
And to sell my mic, I was riding on a dream
Now I fell from flight,
You see she used to believe,
And now I'm letting her down,
In deep water, your hearing as we steadily drown
If i never make it out of here, remember my sound.

How many rappers are applying for Waitrose,
I'm one of them, at night I'm laying awake loads
Praying for rainbows, waiting for the pot of gold
The life is live is like the opposite of rock and roll...
Still I'm a cocky soul, ever since I got involved...
Writing a poem aint sewing up my pocket holes
But I'll be trying till the worlds end...
I'd rather treat, than be relying on my girlfriend...

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I'm the one to bank on, so if you invest
Penny for thoughts, I will guarantee you interest
See i've been pressed, now I impress.
No second of rest so yes I feel a bit stressed...
With no time to laugh at all,
Checks bounce so I fling them like a basketball,
If my Dad calls, tell him I do not want his love,
Or anything, he never delivered on what he promised us
Probably 'cos, money was the hottest drug,
He wanted it for himself, got the wealth
But now you gotta live with yourself...
I sell an album at the minute,
Never doubting that my spirit and ability
Is breaking you up and waking you up
Plus taking you up, I lay in the cut
Staying above the clouds in my lyrics,
Feet upon the ground,
WIth a crown when I'm finished...
But still poor,
With the skill you would kill for
Though my name will never decorate a billboard,
I've had a lot of victories,
Learning from defeats,
Staying up in early hours, working on the beats,
It's a hard road - trying to get to the fame
I stay hidden like the words that i've kept in my brain,
I'm waiting for acclaim that I'm yet to attain
Smiled in the sunshine, wept in the rain..
Weathering the good and bad,
See my mum and dad
Used to fight so I was spending many summers sad
By the winter he was gone,
Along with the money, so I sing a little song
For a coin or two, in my point of view
I'm rapping to be joining you...
Whatever you are going through,
Flowing through the sadness
See the cash aint everything ...
I'm glad right now....
I still be happy if I had less...