[Title: MONEY] [Verse 1] Money rules the planet—yeah, it’s sad but true, Still I know for certain it ain’t forever new. Right now every debt’s on silver’s back—so real, And for most of the mess the metal’s the one to feel. Money’s the modern god that the masses applaud, Stacks tall?—they say you’re good, that’s the common thought. With the cash you’re a star, without it you’re a ghost, Like nothin’ else on the earth matters—nah, nothing’s close. [Verse 2] Sure, life would be rough if the paper disappeared, But lots of folks can’t see life ’cause the chase interfered. Mind locked—face stressed, every line is tight, All thoughts on repeat: “How do I stack the night?” Home-to-work, work-to-home—bull in a loop, Grind like an ox so you don’t get kicked from the troop. It ain’t cash for the crew, it’s the crew for the cash, Country looks rich, but the people’s broke—facts. [Chorus] Everybody lives by the law of sell-and-buy, Money’s the top—no debate, don’t even try. They call it freedom, call it good—just a show, But you’ll lose your soul chasin’ that dough. For the bills they kill, for the bills betray, Drop every dream, let the spirit decay. Yesterday my brother, today you’re a star so bright, Now you’re too rich to look—cut me outta sight. [Verse 3] Money’s a dark force, deep and sly, Millions of minds already twisted by. Slips into souls, slips into hearts, Satan pulls strings—master of the arts. Cash loves the ones who already hold the stack, But loves just the same those with nothin’ in the sack. Dreams of a hidden vault keep ’em warm at night, “If I find it tomorrow, it’ll all be right.” Had a million, now a billion—still ain’t enough, You’re still low on joy, life’s still rough. Living for paper? That’s a tragic play, Tell me—what’s the point of life that way? [Verse 4] Days fly like bullets—BAM! fate pulls the trigger, Life zooms past—ZOOM! lights dim quicker. When the clock hits last count, what you gonna do? Count zeroes and smile? That thrill ain’t true. Everything you wanted—bought, anyone who blocked—got dropped, Sold your soul, lost your conscience—memories cropped. Don’t wanna hit the grave?—buy a new life online, But bucks turn to dust and rubles rot like pine. Who tops up your heavenly account? Your deeds up there are what really count. All your rights, your righteous pride— Won’t crack the gates where true kings abide. [Chorus] Everybody lives by the law of sell-and-buy, Money’s the top—no debate, don’t even try. They call it freedom, call it good—just a show, But you’ll lose your soul chasin’ that dough.
