Monday, 18 March 2013

Money money money


Money money money
Is what we all need
In this life
If we want to succeed
Yet on the street 
We fight and bleed
From those who don't care
Oh yes indeed
Yet as I write
These words without greed
I understand
Those that lead
And that's the rappers
Of a dieing breed
For there the ones
That always take heed
To many things
From a blossoming seed
Yet have the power
To always get freed
To carry on
Oh yes indeed
Even if bloodshed
Is not agreed
For it's their hood
Where they feed
Which many respect
Oh yes indeed
Yet on the street
A stranger will plead
We got to live
To try and succeed
While stepping on toes
So we can feed
In a different way
Oh yes indeed
Yet sometimes it's true
We never take heed
And become the victim
Of a dieing breed
Because money money money
Is what we all need
In this life
If we want to succeed