The underbelly of society is ridin me
Filling me with lies on how to rule in this monopoly, without luck.
My stomach stuck, stack to the top with empty calories
No nutrients protecting my existence from the fallacies.
Get a job, working check to check, money spent
Never saving, barely scraping up the dough you need for rent.
Music gotta get me out or the juggernaut will do me in
Transformation to Grand Puba, a Brand Nubian.

This is my first time posting and I do it to better my flow and get some honest feedback.