Money

Euro, ruble, dollar, yen
It's the Supermen Benjamin Franklin
Flying kites in the wind
Sniff lines within 100 dollar bill
Now mind's got no chill cuz money is real
Living in a digital material world
We trust in God but they entrust it in gold
Paper we ain't royal enough to behold
Enslaving ourselves, sell our body and soul
So what's in it, what's your credit limit?
Why can't you live without it if you weren't born with it
Try to destroy it and you will get committed to the cross
In the name of the boss of this clinic

Money

Money makes the world go straight for the jugular
Secret societies, con artists, mafia
See your posse is out for impossible obvious
Flooding the market, no clue what market value is
The struggle is living on petty allowances
A trillion to point one cent what your balance is
The deposit is earth what you profiting off?
Taxing for oxygen while your nostrils in dirt
A mosque or a church built off gangster wealth
It's how we trace energy reinventing itself
Like water to rain, cycles holy to grimy
As saints spill tears for the blood spilled for money