Fair Trade

What is your price
What is your price
What is your price
The price is wrong bitch

Well well got a question who can tell
Bout the, choices that we make prices that we sell
When we, don't know the risk, poisoning the well
See we, know the power of the dollar dollar bill
It's that, almighty, spend the shit nightly
Make the world go round don't take it lightly
Some build a team while others get it sheisty
But everybody out for the check like it's Nike
You would think that a soul would be pricey
Playing with the stakes this high could get dicey
Watch out, they don't like to play nicely
And everything's for sale, precisely

Take ya life
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Give you money
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya soul
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Do whatcha told
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya life
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Give you money
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya soul
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Do whatcha told
Yeah they call that a fair trade

It's like, robots, motherfuckers know not
What they do and the consequence it's like they forgot
When they see the dollar signs they get so caught
Now life and the future ain't looking so hot
When you sign your life away to get a little fame
Or you throw away your morals and your old forgotten name
Just to get a little peek of everything you could attain
But it's spoiled fuckin' rotten from the ill begotten gain
Then you, take a second and you see it's all in vain
And you, reflect on the sacrifice and pain
That you, caused yourself getting caught up in the game
Damn, damn, what a shame

Take ya life
Give you money
Take ya soul
Do whatcha told, nah

Take ya life
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Give you money
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya soul
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Do whatcha told
Yeah they call that a fair trade

Look, I really hope you get it
People say that money leads to evil man forget it
It's greed that leads to evil and the stroking of the ego
It's just easier to tell when you see people acting different
Can't miss it, watch how they switch it
Bloodhounds, they can smell all the riches
Plenty people only care for positions
They come around under winning conditions
Sad to say most these people have a mission
Lie to your face like a damn politician
Yes men, to avoid your suspicion
'Til they see the plan finally come to fruition
Don't be the one looking down the gun barrel
Literal or metaphorically unsettled
Make the choice, pick the ones who would ride
Not the ones who have lied and choose the money over pride

Take ya life
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Give you money
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya soul
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Do whatcha told
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya life
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Give you money
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Take ya soul
Yeah they call that a fair trade
Do whatcha told
Yeah they call that a fair trade

What is your price
What is your price
What is your price
What is a soul worth
What is your price
What is your price
What is your price
What is a soul worth