Pocket Lint

My lady late like the rent, I'm skint

Every cent that I made I spent

Cut the cheque and I paid my pimp

Now all I got is this pocket lint

The bank that run the world ain't my friend

Man that own the land ain't my kin

Fingers crossed at the ATM

All I got is this pocket lint

Low down, broke, no cash

No hope, skint, nomad

No plan B, no stash

Only got the crumbs sitting in my moustache

Time to get away and get off my broke ass

Getting on a plane no plan to go back

Ain't no place like home, I know that

But there are a couple dudes I know that smoke crack

And they say that: Hey, it ain't so bad

But they don't really know they got a rich old man

Talking about some land that I don't have talking about some

Avocado smash

Haves don't wanna know what I don't

Have

And the bank won't give me a loan

For Home Brand

Ugh. I'm just tryna support my own fam

But I can't even afford a home in my home land

Cause I all I got is some pocket lint

The milk, the bread, the bills, the bed

The fruit, the veg, the warrant and reg

The battery dead, an arm and a leg to get a carton of eggs

A bottle of white, a bottle of red, a bottle

Of meds

The money she lent, the money you spent

The money you're meant to pay rent, here's the repo men again

Unread envelope on the bench

One step from the edge, on the end

Of a 3 day bend at the ATM

On a Sunday 8 am, again

The price of the life, the price of death

The price of gas, the price of meth, the side effect of stress

Tryna stretch the cheque till next payday

Pray Baycorp forget to get back

Before the debt get up to the neck

Back against the wall, bout to loose your head

Power bill, water bill, cigarettes, internet

50 cent in the piggy bank for the

Picket fence

Dream that you'll never get, scheming the benefit

Never get the benefit of the doubt though, never left home

Nobody wins at WINZ, they’re all pimps

No sympathy, they think we're all chimps

Rich all think the poor are all crims

And the poor all think the rich are all shit

Everybody wanna take the piss and talk shit

None of them have had to clean the toilet

Hard when you're born in Auckland

Gotta pawn an organ to afford the fucking mortgage

It's tense living in tents

We've all been desensitised, they pretending like

It's all-good. It’s good to be them

Got a new PM with a cool boyfriend

But she never comes to my ends

The ends don't ever meet, the week don't ever end

I got to keep all the dirt under the bed

Just so I can keep a roof over the head

Fuck 15 dollars and seventy-five cents

Government wanna take twenty per cent

By the time you get paid all the money is spent

All I got left is some pocket lint

One day, you’ll get older

One day, you’ll get over

One day, you’ll get closer

One day, you’ll get closure

One day, you’ll get slower

One day, you’ll get sober

One day, you’ll get somewhere

One day, you’ll get nowhere

One day, you’ll get higher

One day, you’ll get lower

One day, you’ll take over

One day, you’ll get broker

One day at a time

Just take it, one day at a time