The Bad Seed - Pockets lyrics

[intro] Turn it up... [Verse] Ma threw a birthday again (Broke.) Feelings at risk and freedoms provoked Ain't maintaining like other folks Try to ease the pain, telling mother jokes Only got me hiding the pain Damn shame But I keep it real in my quotes [?] announce the feeling I feel the most 'Cause Giuliani don't play when he catch you dealing with [?] You feel me? It's gonna get better But is it really? It was better when I was young Stealing bikes, bouncing, doing a pop-a-wheelie Do I (A) sell d**, get my pockets filled up Hustle for cash, even though I might get k**ed up Or do I (B) just chill... I don't need to hust-ill C'mon down, this rap sh** real I'm talented plus ill I dig in my pockets, looking for dough Series is cancelled No cream, I dig in much deeper, looking for answers Pulling out lint only depresses me 'Cause everything costs [?] trying to pay rent on time especially [pocket] You need to get a job and keep it I heard somebody talking, I turned around quick, I didn't peep it [pocket] The streets is where the dough is at though, it ain't a secret I looked down to see my f**ing pocket speaking I know y'all think I'm reaching I'm like, look, I'm too high for this Plus, everybody know the street's where the dough is at What you a rocket scientist? My left pocket laughs, says [pocket] Hahahahs, n***a, you don't know the half If you was really [?] pushing a [?] getting cash [other pocket] Or, you could be writing beats Banging out joints in the lab... [...song continues. TODO finish transcribing.]