So i teared up for a while in the refrigeration aisle
Thought i woulda had enough dough, to splurge on flaming hot cheetos
So, i’m crossing off my grocery list - not what i got, what i can’t afford
Didn’t even bother walking toward the other end of the store
Instead, we backtracked - racked a couple of items cuz i had to stretch the stack
I thought that we were straight, so we bounced but really instead
Ended up leaving with only half a meal, got cheese but couldn’t buy bread
Headed back to grandmas house, but all the locks got changed
Fist fodder son the night before, so now we all estranged
Imagine we, baby and me, groceries locked out the house
So i hit the homie up in parks (siponey?) cuz i knew she had a couch
I said listen, please i hate to ask, but might we spend the night
We can’t go over to uncles house, they wake the baby when they fight
See, you don’t know no struggle ‘till you’ve lived life out a duffel
Till you’ve weathered all the elements, i got bronchitis as my evidence
So don’t get me started on healthcare
Costs so high, it kept me on welfare
And don’t ask me all the details
I was broke so i worked retail
Cuz i knew that i’d get coverage if i worked up to full time
But bitch ass boss with gain gave me only 39
Which is why, i tear up for a while in the refrigeration aisle
Thought i woulda had enough dough, to splurge on flaming hot cheetos
So, i’m crossing off my grocery list - not what i got, what i can’t afford
Didn’t even bother walking toward the other end of the store
Instead, we backtracked - racked a couple of items cuz i had to stretch the stack
Thought that we were straight, so we bounced but really instead
Ended up leaving with half a meal, got cheese but couldn’t get bread
Bread was written by Faith Santilla.