Money Mon$ter

Hello everyone
Put down the guns

As you notice by now your mind give birth to the illusion
That there a way out with the way we play the game
Reality where just slaves

Over grind
To make a dime
To avoid getting behind
Killing the body
For money to make someone else money
We barley maintain
The mind

Masks
Intellectual
Nucleated
Diagram

Money don't understand it's frame
Only a few gain fame
There are others who are rich and we don't know there name

No matter how we calculate we fail to appreciate
The simple gain and blessings we get from each time where no longer sick
But yet we fail to fix
The issue that keep us backstabbing the what and who
So we choose to abuse the power of love
A word often misused like an overdub

It's hard to have fun with the prices of life go up
What the Fuck
Hard to trust when your in a rush
Bust a random nut take a shot in the butt
No love in the game of lust
Fucking a slut
Will make a dick turn to rust

What a shame
But that the game
Where born to play
Sex on tv make it easy for the kids to dig there own grave

Too many baby's
Not enough structure
Too many loose cannons
Killing each other
Why bother to live the life we feel inside
When we rather hide and cry to god for our lies

Most hate cuz art reflect the truth
Confused?
Good or bad it don't matter where taught to used each other
To pay dues

We argue and run so we don't feel for that moment
Which builds up in the shadow
Who makes you an opponent
That lives to exposed unless you can control so you're real destiny can unfold
To the close eyes that rather die from a high

Awoken in a lost world fail to let go
Terrified to find a light
That manifest a new life

Your Pants bust into flames
Rather gain status by selling away
Loyalty
Becomes confused when one steal from there homies
Reckless licks
Fictitious gangsters
Tent city
Fentanyl economy
Homeless society
Been getting toss around like irony
Results from a system disharmony
We lose sense of self care for the body
Looking decrepit like a mummy

Morherfuck perception
Rather speak so the ego can breath pollution
Highs pleasure creates a fake solution
Rather be selfish for recognition from other humans who now only following screens on a handheld computer
It's seem will have no future that's for the better the only way to love is to live off another
Pain
Rage
Rebel
Cage by the gang that ware blue with cars that have sirens
Run
Sirens
Run
Sirens
Why do the outcasts become criminals
The lives you judge that you don't see
Also believe in love and family
Moments of harmony in the dark corners ice alleys frozen tears
A high
A move
A kiss
A gun
A memory
Don't mean shit to money

When alone
Your mind creates a home walking around
Putting together thoughts and ideas
As you wonder
To broke to get clean
To broke to stay sober
When will I get better

Money monster
Money monster

Dollars
Blood
Dollars
Blood
Dollers
Blood

You see this game get paid with the gun bang
No matter what your position dollar sign bang
Drug sell bang
New whip bang
Stupid bitch bang
You don't think I'm hard bang
Give me a hit bang
Humans don't change
Just the ways the game is play
My home become lost in the cold
We in the streets preach with no soul
It's hard for us to fold
Fuck the rules
Breakaway
Everyday
Just to heal with the wrong tools
Talk is cheap
Death to the weak

I have to leave
I want to leave
Why can't leave
When will I get to leave

Nod
Money monster
Money monster
Money monster

Dollars
Blood
Dollars
Blood
Dollars
Blood

Lost Minded Poet