Money

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In a rich Man's world

Is it paper that creates hunger?

Or is it the belief?

Is it paper that makes bones crumble...

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Meaning of Halloween

Trick or treat ? I’d rather have a treat

Children rushing up and down the street

How much...

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Cinderella Fellow

Cinderella Fellow
Cinderella Fellow

Once upon a dreary day
He had to appear before a...

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ICriminal

ICriminal

I’ve been given four walls

No need for congratulations

It’s my punishment for not abiding...

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Money Chasing

Rastafarian barrier cloud is forever
the nimbus, bringing life, stretching the area

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Millennium Hustling

On the top of the mountain, my staff is on stasis
contact the media, then alert the nation

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The Root Of All

I think it is time to take a step back;

It’s time to see what it is that I lack.

To be...

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The Clock on My Wall

The Clock on My Wall

I am so busy, my life keeps spinning, I keep flipping the calendar, wondering what's the matter

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The Moment of Truth

High caliber weapons to make moves
tools to pull victims, out of rooms

Open the tomb
...

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Dying over drug money

Back from space, when I was young
Everybody in the neighborhood, was packing a gun

Falling...

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Money ..!

Money ..!

We all need it , to live on !

Best thing,s in life are free

Money, does not buy happiness...

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For Food and Cash

For Food and Cash

I watched my cousin die slow, so I'm cold blooded
I don't want to return, staying just above it...

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Money Making Avenue

Money Making Avenue

This is a money making avenue
the attitude is, that pimps get rich
from selling prostitutes...

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Necessary Accessory

Necessary Accessory

To be wealthy is like being a blonde
a lot more fun but not necessary
to have money I am a...

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Being Poor

Being poor means eating on meal per day.
Being poor means praying that your cough will go away....

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For the Love of Money

For the Love of Money

Bonnie and Clyde, the Barrow Gang, were hitting it big, bank to bank they left with a bag full of lute...

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the upper class

As with the hollowness of the sky
grows the inner disabilities
and you crawl back to the...