Take the money and run
\nAround blocks
\nRunning circles
\nAround greed
\nWasting the fuel of
\nYour life force
\nYour destiny
\nYour integrity
\nYour fate
\nWads of cash
\nYou chase like a carrot
\nTo put in holes like
\nNails in a coffin
\nTrying to stir up fear
\nAnother notch in the headboard
\nWhere sleep does not come soundlessly
\nFrom your greed.
\nYou believe me to have
\nA price on my head
\nAnd opted to try and sell my soul
\nDiminish my worth
\nBut I rise like a Phoenix unafraid
\nFrom the ashes of who
\nBurned me…
\nBut you burned yourselves down
\nWith materialistic explosives.
\nKarma is my friend
\nAnd she will visit me
\nAs she will you.
\nWhat you don’t realize, though,
\nIs that it wasn’t my soul
\nOn the block for slave trade
\nUp for show on a market
\nA theater in a strategic
\nCoreographed play upon my soul
\nBut yours…
\nAccepting the money from blood
\nSiphon it out through your veins
\nAnd watch, hidden on the sidelines
\nWhile lining your pockets
\nWith my botched demise.
\nIt wasn’t my soul used
\nAs poker chips
\nYou gambled away your souls with.
\nThe price was never set
\nUpon my head
\nIt was on your own.
\nSo I ask you,
\nHow much did your soul cost you?
\nHow much compared to mine?
\nLoyalty in the eyes of green
\nWhereas I have accumulated
\nRiches beyond measure
\nMy soul remains intact
\nPriceless.
\nYou sold your soul for a pittance
\nWhat money doesn’t realize
\nIs that there is no price to mine
\nMoney can burn holes in pockets
\nAnd holes within conscious
\nAs you all have burned me
\nA wounding upon your heart I pray heals.
\nAll I required was atonement for the wrongs
\nHonesty
\nBut you chose to keep your darkness
\nOut of shame and repercussion
\nbut Karma will find you
\nAs she will find me
\nAnd when she does
\nShe will know you
\nBy the coals from the G’s
\nYou heaped upon your own heads
\nBy your own hands.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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