Broke is an anthem for artists that grind every day to make their dreams a reality despite not having the finances to do so. Abe’s goofy and fun-loving personality keeps him going during his long hours as a bread delivery man; it’s during these long nights alone in the truck that Abe writes his best tracks. The song is about life, love, heartbreak and being… well, broke. It has a chill RnB - funk - hip hop feel which pays homage to Abe’s influences from his birthplace, Bronx, NYC. The track is an upbeat manifestation for everyone that’s trying to make it, broke or not.

Credits -
Artist: @abe6873
Music Producer: will.sketches
Music Marketing + MGMT: Ode
Executive Producers: Jashima Wadehra, Brinelle D'mello, Suswana Chowdhury
Producer/Director/Editor: Omar Al-Fotihi
Cinematographer: Moe Asri
Colorist: Ala Assamawi
Field Producer: Somayh Saleh

Cast:
Abe
Abe’s fans: Somayh Saleh, Firdaws Ashiru, Mazhar Ladji, Fabiola Galus, Anel Galus

Additional footage:
Pond5
Adobe Stock
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Twitter:   / abenyc2  
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Business inquiries - [email protected]
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Lyrics:
Can I holla for a dollar please? (x2)
Come on

Man I’m broke
It’s a joke
Not a dollar to my name
Only hope
Are these songs
That I wrote, I know they’ll change
The way that I’m livin’
Cause in a minute
I could be chillin’ up in the hills
Surrounded by fakes and plastic people
But you know I keeps it real

Hailing from the BXC
You should know that we next on
I’m from the boogie down
Where everybody been around
I grew up hustling on the side streets of Allerton
But it was good for my soul like a vitamin
The music numbing my pain like a Vicodin
Plus I’m cool with my demons
I invite ‘em in
And even if I’m a fail, I’m a try again
Cause when it come to this music
I’m a
Big steppa, I don’t mess up
I get it right
True player, I don’t lay up
Man I’m shooting from the baseline
Gripping on her waistline
Don’t got a phone number
Call me on the FaceTime
And every call is a great time
She said baby when you gonna come and
Scoop me up
I told her could you meet me by the 2 line
Cause oh I’m
Broke when it come to the pockets
My pockets is stagnant
They be buffering a lot
They prolly just lagging
They take some time to
Re-up
And I’m a have my feet up
And be the topic of envy
But right now baby
My pocket is empty!

Man I’m broke
It’s a joke
Not a dollar to my name
Only hope
Are these songs
That I wrote, I know they’ll change
The way that I’m livin’
Cause in a minute
I could be chillin’ up in the hills
Surrounded by fakes and plastic people
But you know I keeps it real
So I’m broke
It’s a joke
Not a dollar to my name
I’m broke
Broke

See I’m manifesting my grammies
And the industry I’ll carry
Prolly end up pulling my hammies
Cause I love to over work
Blood sweat and tears on every single shirt
For what it's worth you can fact-check every single verse
See when it comes to the pen I’m the greatest alive
I’m a 12 out of 10
I’m the greatest alive
And I’m a say it again
I’m the greatest alive (x3)
Yeah

This one’s for the world
Let me sing you a song
And if you bobbing your head
And ya singing along
Can I holla for a dollar please?
Can I? (x2)
Holla for a dollar please
Can I?
Can I holla for a dollar please?
Can I? (x3)

Man I’m broke
It’s a joke
Not a dollar to my name
Only hope
Are these songs
That I wrote, I know they’ll change
The way that I’m livin’
Cause in a minute
I could be chillin’ up in the hills
Surrounded by fakes and plastic people
But you know I keeps it real
So I’m broke
It’s a joke
Not a dollar to my name
I’m broke
Broke

Oh no
I’m broke (x3)
Man, let me get a dollar bro