Money destroys lives, so I hear.
It has mine, reasons considered certifiable
in a world blinded by greed.
I want the key that unlocks the shackles chained by money
cause... well... it took you away from me,
and I from you.
A one room apartment overlooking spectacular-ness
with a shelf for books, a table and chair
for penning my thoughts, and of course
a bed for love
making, is in my heart of hearts.
A lack of money does not make a lack of life.
Money is the accomplice to more crime
than all of the Gambino's put together,
deserving of a trial for manslaughter? rape? thievery?
HA! That's certifiable talk again.
Not gonna mention it anymore
cause 99.9% of us have blood on our hands.
BLAH!
