Money symbolises power feels like linen but smells artificial
Money is debt and debt is money
Without either there is no circulation of monetary
Money is a figment of one’s imagination
Because its value is determined by its circulation
And the Government taxes public through inflation
Because the Banks are broke they’ve got you valuing your life on a piece of paper
Your savings account is just a figure on a computer
Burn that cheddar it aint making your life richer
Ethics are bad for business, business is corrupt
Greedy banks have got you thinking you bankrupt
They’re banks are useless when they’re system is offline
Currency useless in a jobless economy
Economy formless in environmental uncertainty
Now please tell me, what’s the point of wealth in a life that’s stationary
Your highways obsolete without any vehicles
Your cars redundant without any fuel
Your fuel inexistent without any oil
Now tell me, what’s the point in a luxury vehicle
Your stores are run by unsatisfied employees
Your employee’s bearers of storeroom keys
Now tell me, what’s the point in tight security?
Only Gods kingdom can give me true freedom
Through knowledge, understanding discernment and wisdom
A rich man can afford better health
For as long as he can avoid definite death
The rich have beautiful homes
I guess they’ll have beautiful tombstones.
My poetry makes sense, but I’m still broke
Can somebody tell me what’s the point in me writing with this ball point?
pen-cilly of me to think I could make you a believer.
Routine imprisons our true personality
Making fake assumptions on reality
Based on misconceptions given by society
White black coloured, yellow, purple green
Skin colour is a figment of one’s imagination
Because when I see you I see a human
Ill borrow the days heat when it gets cold at night
The sights sounds and smells of a dreamt memory
I didn’t find God he wasn’t lost I was
Like Christians misled into worshiping Horus
The sands of time are flowing through the hour glass
Praying without belief how lost I was.
Wisdom is knocking within the depths of your heart
Understanding is vital knowledge is the start
She travels in the lanes of your minds psychology
A lifetime of pain within a moment of pleasure
is double the Trouble through leisure with no measure?
Like teaching business management explicitly
Like clone meat messing me up genetically
they’re minor premise is classic fallacy
Most are out of sync and out of touch with reality
Cause the true living is within spirituality
How do you know your living, how do you know you’re alive?
Is it not when you’re struggling to stay alive and thrive?
How much more suffering is necessary for man to see
were all children of God in the universal community?
That starving child in Burundi
A suburban kid watching an action movie
Human life is a fragile and feeble matter
Healing teardrops from above too bad you’re holding an umbrella
Whispers in the wind broken mirrors and shattered barometer
Vague visions of a torn dream coming true
A cursed believer with his ground striped from under with intolerance for the new
the anti-Midas touch to spoil, foil and blunder
All he touches, now here and thereafter
Cursed, cursed are all his dreaded attempts
His gift is the talent to destroy aids which assist in his own advancements
Self destructive techniques are hi s to employ
I don’t smoke cannabis; I’m sober when I spit this
Your rap for money we rap for the Universe....
