Smart, young and broke

In 2 or 3 years I'll be down on the road

Malfunctioning is my life's code

All I really need is cash mode

But half the time my brain froze

I can't switch from listening to talking, poetry to prose

It ain't easy, but life likes to be hard I suppose

The less difficult path is what I chose

But it became difficult nonetheless, out of the depths rose

Gigantic formulae and grammarist crows

While I don't care about anything but my stories and flows

Its insane how the wind blows.