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He sits on his wealth
Guards it like an egg
Fills his bank accounts and pockets
Mouth dry and palms wet

It's hard work clutching so tight
Watching the shadows
Watching the stocks
Hard work avoiding the mirror
Hard work checking the locks

It started out different
Night shifts and a slipped disc
But now browner men serve him
And he hands out pink slips

Was it worth it all?
This drawn-out departure from self
For a closet so refined
Leaving this body a shell

Now y'all look money hungry
And that's good
Anybody tells you money's the root of all evil
Doesn't fuckin' have any
They say money can't buy happiness
Look at the fuckin' smile on my face
Ear to ear baby
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Writer(s): Afra Khan
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