Money... who needs it, amiright?
Money is not real
Unlike loved ones and a hot meal
I say this as a man doing all that I can
To keep my family fed
Pardon the paradox, I hope you understand what I meant
When I said the revolution will not be live streamed
The swiped screen is just another victimless crime scene
While the power changes hands in a Byzantine pipe dream
Legislators and agitators are reshooting the fight scenes
Pushed to the brink of pulling a weapon out
Cause a lack of leadership ensures followers never count
Some reach into their pockets for the fresh amounts
The rest are living check to checking out- so check it out
Don't spend more than you make
Do make more than you spend
You'll be excited by stability
When they grow bored of the trend
The horde will descend, however
Your ascent is not prophesized
Mobility is priceless
Especially when your movement is now monetized
I'll subscribe to any theory provided there's no pay wall
Or lottery lobotomy propping me on an eight ball
Or robbery of property by case law and chain saw
Selling to be sold is civilization's trade off
Listen all a ya'll, it's self-sabotage
We built an insane asylum where the padded walls
Are made from dominoes of debt and the last to fall
Will be the first to collapse it all
We're all little banks
When big bank
Has a Big Bang