Money isn't real it only appears to mass appeal
Elitist get thrills off of your blood spills
Slaving away dying to fill
Their hearts with nothing paper and ink
Contracts made for misinterpreted wage
Thoughts caged because you was made a slave
Trying to find hope but ain't no brighter days
Once you conceal into the form of darkness
Soon the light will manifest I guess
If you don't wake up and stop feeding the skills
Money ain't nothing but economical wealth
That leads to betrayal of friends and minions that squeal