moemoe Jan 2015
Money masters the world
while cancer's spreading death
Money is our lord
on which we dedicate every breath
Money is a sword
which will cut us at the first chance
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Time isn't money;

time is your soul
bleeding out
onto your socks.

Money is just
an inferior brand
of toilet paper.

Use it for
what it is worth,
  ~mce
Michaela Siaki Sep 2014
I am greed, want.
She is need, lack.

I am anger and frustration.
She is hope, tenacity.

She is yellow
amidst the grey that I'm become.

But I am success, money.
And she is poverty, dust.
The everyday injustice that ensues.
Roisin Sullivan Jul 2014
For the first time in my life
I felt ashamed
Of where I came from,
And where I live.

And the worst part is
I can't tell you why.
You'd laugh it off and say
It's only money.
E.S.
Daina Apr 2015
In some cases
money doesn't just talk
it screams.
Quite frankly it has a big mouth.
Mike Essig Apr 2015
Wallace Stevens
once wrote
that money
is a kind of poetry;
he did not say
that it is good poetry.
- mce
athena baluyot Oct 2016
you were shrieking about your problems
your teeth were all about this material world
everything was all about you
because that's how you wanted it
you loved yourself
and only yourself

you were spitting money of all currencies and kind
you adore them like how i adore humankind
you boast loudly about the material things you own
you loved your things so much, you turned into one
and you think people would actually love you

boisterous laughs were hidden behind the old brick wall
the you i used to know were a pigment of the past
you are now pitch-black, self centered and selfish

the pit can simply be covered with mud or a beautiful plant
but you dig deeper and fall and ask for succor
because that's what you *crave for after all
-because money, that's all you have.
Blind Aesthetic Sep 2015
We waste our lives
Planting the seeds of the devil
In hopes
That we can reap what we sow
And enjoy the fruits of our labor
From a tree that will bear none.
Fake hair
Fake name
Fake nails
Fake game

Fake smile
Fake tan
Fake brow
Fake can

Fake laugh
Fake lips
Fake brow
Fake tits

Buried deep
Under all this fake
Is a girl
With money t' make
Money Talks

and what it said back then on the railway bridge
at Bloomfield Road (no longer there of course)
was "You can spare me – it means only one less
penny ice lolly from the corner shop !" (no longer
there of course) and the train will make me huge
(steam no longer here of course) and the others
will laugh and cheer as you scramble down to
the line place me centred and climb back up
here again before the train shoots through to
Central Station (no longer there of course).

Gigantic copper-coloured disc and this recall.
Still talking half a century after.

(c) C J Heyworth August 2014
Pax Mar 2015

The poor get poorer,
The rich get richer.
           In some cases it’s a debate
             harsh situations Fluctuate
When money speaks, power escalates.

Sometimes…
The poor gets tougher,
The rich gets fragile against danger.

Often times…
Harsh situations make us stronger,
Easy life makes us weaker.

the second one...
thanks again for reading.
Arataikii Sep 2014
"I'm broke."
Why?
Why are we broken?
Who broke us?
Bunhead17 Nov 2013
Dope, money, and hoes [x9]

[Verse 1: Da$h]
Ain't write it, thought of this when I was drunk driving
Like I had a license, been swerving through the intersect
Just to make the bitches wet, breakfast: yac and cigarettes
Feds about the only threat, spit nasty like my throat is strep
She working at the pyramid, shake her butt for some bucks from Tut
Pharaoh to the marrow, Cleopatra roll my dutch
Dour blunts they double stuffed, got a nigga stupid chopped
Used to squad these faggots' wives, the bitches that I used to pop
Wear the shit I used to cop, respect your elders lil nigga
Ain't even of age to drink, I get your ho to buy me liquor
'Linquent shit, I live for it, they tryin but might die for it
These drugs got my brain, money got my mind finding fun in crime
Bitches love my rhymes, to be honest I love their mouth at campuses
Looking for talents just like I'm a college scout
Ask her what she shout, I’m ashin' her on the fucking couch

[Verse 2: Da$h]
Dope, money, and hoes, getting dope money from shows
She sniff her coke then she blow, fuck it, I don’t judge it though
Sugar free, no love for sure, just put 'em on Sepulveda
Benefits and bank rolls, all a nigga really want from her
And when she bring it back, call my brother hit the trap
Invested in a couple packs, will probably see a couple stacks from what he talkin
Money hulking like Bruce Banner
Panarama day dreaming, While she downin' my semen on camera
Life's in action, piping, smashing whatever you call it
Smoke a 'Port and I'm off but they fucking think I lost it

And my dog facing blunts while I feed my pups bath salts
Infiltrate my castle, take your face like it's a mask boss
Pass raw flesh and bone, money long like small intestines
Homes I'm taking breakfast, long as getting checks involved H´z nigga
Cause if you ain't know, AraabMuzik
lyrics to "Dope, Money, and Hoes" by A.$.A.P MOB ft. DA$H, prod. Araabmuzik... these lyrics are good, in my opinion!
-LORD$ NEVER WORRY
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