INTRO – spoken, calm, reflective] Flip a coin… call it change Heads or tails — both the same But in a different hand… Meaning shifts with how it came Funny once “change" takes the stand You see money land in flames [VERSE 1 – reflective, rhythmic] Twenty bucks to the broke — that’s hope, a lifeline To a millionaire mind — A joke, not worth their time Same note, same print, same code flowing in the current Banks flood when we exchange morally being met Sum is more agency sent— genuine care spent Investments growing and gives it all — everything owned Sees evil in greed feels The need for a kind deed One barely feels it — blows it like it can be cloned Stack all you want, buy many homes but note the tone Lonely squirreling stones care only for what you own If only it were known what impacts dying alone In fact worth is less number — more actions being shown [PRE-CHORUS – building] Chasing gain, chasing name, chasing status, acclaim Never weighing the pain or the price that was paid What it cost, what was lost, what they gave, who's forgiven You count what you gave— never what you've been given [CHORUS] What are you truely worth—What value can you claim? Time aimed to contribute is how actions compute The lives that praise your name Not cash acting casual Care fair and reliable worth being valuable — more than just capital Not the grip on gold you hold Cash flow bubble typical you can’t price truth, can’t buy back youth Real worth is the actual proof Your not a goof. —— Actions displaying value— worth being valuable [VERSE – more direct, internal flow] Someone with nothing still gives their last While the rich sit still, gripping tight to their stash One gives time, one declines, one hides from the ask Tell me which one really built something that lasts Feed your pride or decide you’ll be feeding a need Stand aside or provide when there’s someone to lead It’s your will, it’s your choice, it’s the act, not the greed That defines what you are — not the things you receive [PRE-CHORUS – sharper] Not the bill — it’s the cost, not the win — it’s the loss Not the gain — it’s the weight of the lines that you cross Every move, transaction every truth you dodge Transgression measures of value of the lesson [CHORUS] What do you truely value—is it worth what you claim? Does life allow you space to go after what you aim Not chasing fortune and fame but creating your domain A moral sense or order, not cents dropped in a well Parole the sentence, maintain defence let freedom swell Real worth is the actual proof Your not a goof.—— Actions displaying principals and values— worth being valuable [VERSE 3 – vision → confrontation] Imagine a world where every day We didn't pay for each interaction we display Cash exchange to engage wasn't the only way To survive — just transact, just relax. Real value at play Not waiting on a weekend for the okay to stray Imagine your voice had a Say and we didn't all obey Instead worked together in cahoots building wealth Enjoyed the fruits of our labor knew our neighbors Felt harm should not be dealt thus lived in good health Seems a pipedream, I mean what if we start a committee To analyze the scarcity — engineered and sold Why abundance all around, is rationed, controlled But then a commission would end our mission Remind us hot is cold and its young to be old. Keep us Conditioned to the story we’re told Even when the narrative folds we build roads over roads. How can we do anything except for make everything worse then it was before
