Lyrics

I don’t hate on the one percent, and I don’t blame the Illuminati
That I can’t seem to pay the rent, and I don’t drive a Maserati
I know others that are blessed with more, but brother, you can rest assured
That all these things will not convince me that I’m poor

Life’s been full of little misadventures, and my books ain't always tidy
The next payment on my dentures might just have to wait ’til Friday
I don’t dare to wonder how much more that my overdraft can endure
But all these things will not convince me that I’m poor

I got a dog that’ll rarely bite me, at least two friends that’ll swear they like me
I got a promise that my cable’s gonna be restored
Yeah, that credit score represents me, but if that’s all they got against me
You ain’t never gonna convince me that I’m poor

They say I got me a reputation - a late payment history
Now, is it just me imagination or does that sound a little bourgeoise?
I been known to cuss and holler for the last buggy at The Dollar Store
But all these things have not convinced me that I’m poor

I got some under glows to light me - some Call Of Duty foes to fight me
And, any day a New York model's gonna move next door
And yeah, sometimes I get the sense the whole financial world resents me
But it ain’t never gonna convince me that I’m poor

I got no money to invest, so I stay out the Seven-Eleven
If the meek are truly blessed, I've got a half-way house in heaven
If I thought about it hard, I'm sure, I could name a half a dozen more
But all those things would not convince me that I'm poor

I got a dog that rarely bites me, some M&Ms and a cherry Icee
And tomorrow, they say, my cable’s gonna be restored
While Christian Mingle reinvents me in the basement momma rents me
You ain’t never gonna convince me that I’m poor, no
You ain’t never gonna convince me that I’m poor