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People always asking, What would be one your wishes,
The most obvious is having all the riches,
But have you really thought of the consequences,
*Click* The wish is granted,
Open you eyes, sitting a five-star house,
With a World-star spouse,
 
Your life is made, you got it all figured out,
But as time passes by, you start to hit boundary?,
Your heart inside cries, is she just after my money?
And you ask your why, does this bitch even love me?,
Friends and family, with their hands out for bail-outs?,
Wife and Kids are fighting, now you don't even doubt,
Lawyers are itching to profit from the turn-out,
They're praying your worn-out,
And that you're about to check-out,
 
 
You see money is no special thing,
It's all just mental conditioning,
Rap and rhymes told us to chase the big money,
But switch out what hes spitting, there's beauty,
And its just not in the eye of the beholder,
But in case day gets rainy, and feet get colder,
If you have someone with to help you to forget,
Someone to love you, and move you past your regrets,
And stick together till you grow older,
 
You see all these other rappers,
Talking about how fat their wallets,
Make sure you don't think go out and spend careless,
Two thousand dollar shoes, you know I cant take serious,
 
Consumer, you just feeding, part of their plan,
Their system needs, the help of rich peoples hand,
But without bribe taxes, break the way it flexes,
Take away their multi-million-dollar duplexes,
Despite the way they, express all of their vexes,..
Money will no longer control our congresses,
 
But greed, is just one of the many, hyenas,
Feeding, on the carcasses of our messages,
 
Next time you hear them talk about how he flexes,
Instead of going out to buy those scratch tickets,
Break their control,.. and save the bankroll,
Help someone else further their own,
Your money yours, only till you finish being old,
I'll have to scold if chains you lay on yourself are gold,
You know those diamonds are not really ice-cold,
Sales pitch got you controlled, and bitch you just got trolled,
They laugh till you break the mold, tear off the blind fold,
Opposite of what they foretold,
The market will have evolve,
Now that you know,.. its your turn to be woke
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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