Broakland II

Back again, broker than before "Kick down!" Four tracks? Repoed "Took them shits!" We got two now "Peace!" Make do with it Broke... Broakland Broakland We put it all on the line like a free throw I traded in the bucket for a hundred bucks And a free tow It's sad when you can't afford a cab and You have to bring a bike lock along when you go out looking for action At the Safeway, I pay with coins, Club Card And coupons I never throw out the stale bread, I make croutons! Hey, soup's on Eat a MC 'cuz I'm hungry I had to pay taxes or liquidate my assets and Flee the country Knuckle up, the beat's bumpy With my busted-out bank account, nobody wants me Foul flagrant, no laundry soap, smell like a vagrant "Fragrant!" My Speed Stick ran out and I can't afford to replace it Dirty-down basement, Broakland, I can't taste it Bank statement, I can't get a good credit rating Plus the insurance dropped my ass Because I like to drive fast, regardless if The cops stop my ass, so fuck Geico Plus I know a spot we could all go That's known for the empty bank vaults like Geraldo The B-R...O-A-K-Land is where we are It's the most, other places come close, but no cigar So gritty, my city doesn't need a street weeper Eat meagre, tell it to your folks like Pete seeger That it's either empty stomach or closed fist I admit that I'm starvin' and shit, so don't dis Kiss of death with bad breath, I never had less Than when I moved to Broakland The most busted address Because Broakland wants you to know that it loves you Then vics your wristwatch when it hugs you...