I want more, and I will lie no more.
Call me greedy; I don't care anymore.

I want more money. Who doesn't?
They are never enough. Never enough.
I am but a **** poor untalented peasant,
I just want to numb myself with more stuff.

With more money, I can buy more books.
The more pages I flipped, I lose myself more.
More money also means more toys that hooks
My inner child - he now knows freedom more.

I want more food. OM NOM NOM FOOD!
I hunger for simple gastronomical richness:
Multiple mint teabags to better calm my mood,
Serve with upsized servings of buttery tastiness.

Yet, even the simplest desires, Need. MONEY!
What's that you say? Learn to have less desires?
Let me write it down on my list; oh that's funny;
This long list, of desires, do you think it expires?

Nay, I say, for all my wants, shall grow evermore!
MORE! MORE! MORE!

Feel like I’m running a race and I’m winning.
But no one told me it’d be lonely at the finish.
It’s too late to turn back, I already did it.
I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a minute.
I fought hard and made it to the other side,
but they rooted for the man who died.
I’m not a fighter, I only did when I had to fight.
Sold my soul for a better life, don’t care about no afterlife.
I don’t feel ashamed, I made it in the game.
If you struggled how I did, you’d do the same.
‘Cause I've been waiting too long.
I've been broke for way too long.
My drug use was limited by money all along.
But now that I done made it, everything I use is strong.
I know that it'll **** me, but I love it when I know it's wrong.
The money I made changed who I am.
Something to be proud of. Not ashamed who I am.
Lost so many close friends along the way.
But that’s a tax that the rich must pay.
Can’t see eye-to-eye with folks when I see beyond ‘em.
I have rich people problems.
And these blood diamonds that I rock with confidence
make me morally poor, but I’m rich off of compliments.
Life’s a game that didn’t treat you fair.
I break rules so I ceased to care.
I wont stop till I’m millionaire, and I’m leaving it there.

No money or power –
Gifts me another hour.
No matter the time.
Even at my prime.
Death will be mine –

Born in sin but shaped in inequity all rights are endowed by your creator.

So who's your GOD ?

is it a man,
A spirit,
Or some numbered paper?

My dear friend please show me
How to act like I know these

Bumbling facades running this place
They’re all fakes that take up the space

Stuck in a whirling fantasy of power and fame
Tucked in a twirling travesty of towers of blame  

That they could never take for themselves
Lingering at the top takes a lot of help

They have gluttonous accounts, that makes all the headlines  
Without the money around it’d be an endless breadline

Simply put my life is ruled by numbers  
Digits by the dozens in screaming color

People asking how was your SAT, ACT?
Don’t be shy, go on tell us
You better have gotten over a 30
Or a string of numbers 1500 above

The concept of clocks striking six, twelve, perhaps one
Stressing to be early has already begun
Alarms ringing, time frames narrowing, dictating much of my seeing  

Algebra, geometry, chemistry galore
Maths of all sorts are sometimes a bore

The weight of a newborn, hoped to be a seven
A timely occurrence, the baby down from Heaven
  
A social security number
Rings out like a thunder
While the hospital collects its plunder

This is tyranny,
this is malicious,
this is undeniably done out of contempt.
The ire of this man cannot be expressed.
This is gluttony,
this is sinful,
take your coins and feed on the poor.
Sleep at night.
In the peaceful hours of dawn,
don’t blink and eye,
for I have ****** of my mind.

I have a bag full of money
Filled only with paper notes
it’s not really all that heavy
Infact, It’s so light it often floats
So I’m glad I don’t carry
The weight of the rich
on my back
because life would be so scary
weighed down by a sack
I’d rather be up and airy
strung along by a balloon
Flying up like a fairy
Scattering money from the moon