good book

Reports coming in, reap what you sow
Gone haywire, ask the heat where he go
In reply we repeat that the feds don't know
"Don'tcha know that those kinda guys won't show?"
When the man speaks it's like the call of a crow
Talk as far as you throw, don't call me your bro
We gave you something to knead like dough
Bottom of the barrel, can't stoop to a new low
Woah don't go there, the blind lead the blind
Get back to work, put some grease to the grind
Sign of the times, the good book left us behind
Fall to your knees and ask the man for a sign
You walk the path in a maze of your own design
Just a bunch of businessmen in their prime
With a short fuse quick to put you in a bind
Turn your hotel lobby into Columbine

What God has joined together let no man put asunder
When Mr. Moneybags speaks it rattles out like thunder
Accumulates wealth by the pillage and plunder
Evaluates the place where he wakes from his slumber
It really makes you wonder- watch what you speak
By the skin of the Earth and the flesh of your teeth
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
Don't pay them any mind they know not what they seek
All that glitters is not gold
All that glitters is useless if not sold
All that glitter can make a man fold
And too much glitter will turn a heart cold
Pause
Plaster to the mold
All that stuff really is something to behold
Stand down if you want to act bold
Biggest baddest wolves with the story untold