So what makes you think I’m a millionaire?
take a closer look at yourself
because I don’t give a fuck?
about your money
your fame?
about other people’s fame in my legacy?
how many people you call devotee?
Because I walk in power and purpose?
because I know me and even when Im on some shit I stand in account?
nah. money can’t buy me.
Never could.
can’t buy this life
ain’t for sale
Ain’t for sale.
The last line added a punch to the poem. Well done.