One Cent Left Behind

(Verse 1 – Fast Flow)

Pocket pennies, pressure plenty, problems hit me deadly,

Kids are hungry, “Daddy, candy?” — empty hands and envy.

Milk is missing, diapers dipping, bills are ripping every dollar,

Holler at my kin and all I get’s a quiz like I’m a scholar:

“Why you beggin’? What you spendin’? What you did with all your bread then?”

Man, they act like lending hands is sin, so doors be dead-end.

Walking blocks with hope in knots, but still I try to climb again,

Sky is bright but life is night — my sunshine’s trapped behind the pain.

I’m lost, exhausted, costs exploded, soul corroded,

Heart imploded, but I hold it, still devoted, never folded.

Faith’s the bullet in this chamber that I’m aiming at success,

Pull the trigger on the struggle, leave the suffering in distress.

(Hook – Chopped)

One cent, one breath, one fight left —

God, please light steps, guide progress,

I confess — I’m a mess, but I’ll rise, no less,

For my kids I’ll flex till death — no rest!

(Verse 2 – Double Time)

Yeah — when the world said, “No bro,” my bro said, “Take this, go grow,”

No promo, pure moto: help a soldier stay in flow mode.

He ain’t judge, he ain’t shove — gave love when blood curved,

Proof the truest loyalty ain’t tied to DNA you served.

Speed up —

Life is a war that I’m battling daily,

Anxiety chasing me, wanting to break me,

But I’m in the ring and I swing for my babies,

Gotta go crazy to change what they’re facing!

I’m never letting poverty write our prophecy,

Every atrocity’s fuel for velocity,

Father anatomy built for tenacity,

Turning the tragedy into capacity!

(Bridge – Spoken like Slim Shady)

Yo — I’m not failing, I’m leveling —

Pressure’s just the polishing.

You can break my bones but never break my promise:

They will NEVER feel this hunger again.

(Hook – Extended)

One cent… yeah, one prayer, one dream to defend,

God — pave roads where they told me it ends.

One step, one breath, and I’ll rise again,

Till my children say:

“Dad made it — we’ll never lack again.”

(Outro – Rapid Fire)

From crumbs to crowns, collapse to comeback,

I run, never done — if I fall, I run back.

I’ll prove that a man with a penny and purpose

Can rise to a level they labelled as worthless.