Paycheck to pay check

Family and kids?

I‘m living paycheck to paycheck

I‘ve been spending all my wages living under my greatness

You don‘t know you‘re being hustled

When you‘re chasing a paper

You‘re a pauper popping poppers

No converting to papa; ageless

Stealing copper from the house that you built

The day for a payment yields

No cream of no crop or field

You‘re broke but you made it, tainted

Too dumb for an automobile

Humbled, when caught in the wheel

Hunger was part of the deal