Young Broke

Tell me, sir, what am I doing wrong? I followed all your rules, I went to school and still I couldn't get a job Sir, please return my calls There's poison in the well you built and poison in the walls So, sir, I'm not tryna be a problem Just trying to understand, how can you profit off the treatment? When the blood is on you, sir, can't wash it off your hands It's underneath your fingernails, it's written in your plans You promised fire but sold me smoke Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told I can't afford to sell my soul Gotta get rich fast or die young broke And I won't die young broke Whoa, whoa, whoa I won't die young broke Whoa, whoa, oh Sir, LA's burning, kids sleeping on the streets Damn your thoughts and prayers, can't you give them some relief? And can't you see the hurting? And can't you see the pain? Sir, every single person's got a face and got a name They're not just dollar signs, not numbers on a page You promised fire but sold me smoke Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told I can't afford to sell my soul Gotta get rich fast or die young broke And I won't die young broke Whoa, whoa, whoa I won't die young broke Whoa, whoa, oh You promised fire but sold me smoke Oh, I'm so tired of doing what I'm told