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Its Slam poetry about losing your self to money fame greed successes |
A Birth of words Creativity bleed out, tears sweat Unleashing one’s self Pouring out your soul To an audience so quite And I so so bold Flowing lines slip through my lips As truth folds out A story told These lines These rhymes All make a picture in my mind And some guy Italian suite, brown leather shoes All he sees are dollar signs He thinks this girl has talent She might have what it takes To get to the top Cause that’s all it is to him MONEY FAME GREED Another picture another paper Another statement in a magazine Anything to be know He says babe, let’s cut a deal But what he doesn’t realize is when he sells my work He sells my soul At what price? Promise of material? Fame? A penthouse at the top? Cause that’s all it is to him MONEY FAME GREED Things so fulfilling so perfect It’s a lot better than what I have now right? So come on in step inside We have your Fast Cars Fake youth Mansions with an ocean view Have a taste of this life Like the forbidden fruit, looks so good But leaves you hallow empty Rotten on the inside and brings nothing But Greed, lust and Pain What you had back in the day was the real thing Not this hallow victory This shallow success So think twice Before you sell out To this empty life |