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Jan 2018
Money...
Money...
Money...
Breaking back for you
Oh money...
Brother getting locked up  (yeah)
For money...
People getting shot up (Yeah)
For money...
Megacorps run America.. (Yeah)
We all struggling, trying to make ends meet
These days it rarely sunny
Ain't sick but my nose is runny
These tuition rates is stunning
Better days, hopefully coming
A dollar rules our lives its funny
Until its not and its scary, very
So tell me, whats the difference between you and me
There ain't nothing really its silly
How the color of our skin really matter
Lets change that and make the future better
That's my goal lets all contribute
In college I'm on my grind
good girls, so hard to find
people come and go
but the real ones staying close
Speaking my mind
Don't care if you mind
Your mind is weak
I'm Einstein on the beat
Who so happens to be from the street
Alert every second even while asleep
Realized this ain't the life for me
I'm gone
Money...
Money...
Money...
Breaking back for you
Oh money...
Brother getting locked up  (yeah)
For money...
People getting shot up (Yeah)
For money...
Megacorps run America.. (Yeah)
Written by
Julio Lopez  21/M/Texas
(21/M/Texas)   
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