Money

Whether It's the sign of an incline
Give me a mic and a crowd for a night
The city is mine
But if it’s life you see
Then I'd already have my degree
So back up a bit
Time keeps moving and it just don't quit
You got to school just an ordinary rule
You got a girl so you gotta play it cool
This weekend you’ve got a date
No dough and that's the fate
So you left thinking
I need some cold hard cash
So you start to dash, and then in a flash
You pull togeather, clever it seems
To hold up a store and next thing you know
Police got you on the floor
Sore of the idea try again
Selling old 8 tracks out the back of the school
Two hundred dollars from the day

It's kinda funny how another makes money
(it is)

Get up and go, for the cash flow
Thats how's it works
So cough up the dead presidents
Count em
Meet your girl from her residence
The night was fun she said, so you go home
But some blast their cash on drugs
Suddenly, everyone's melting or pink elephants
But im no financial relevance advisor
Mask the caine
Sell it and mess some brain
Blood stain clothes
Nose bleed, all greed, addiction need
And pass the weed
To the max how the dealers go
And pull in the paper
Oh I've seen it and so I say

It's kinda funny how another makes money
(damn right it is)

Cooking up some barbeque
Throw on some steak nothing new
But a break from life's stressful attitude
The gratitude I get from grilling
It show’s that the parliament and I are just chilling
Golden Era, on the vinyl
Music is how I get paid, that’s final
Notepad and pen in hand, write and reherse to the grand
Beat loop playing write the words I'm saying
I dig and dig for the next rhyme until i’ve burned out
Seeing what can pull about
Gotta make bank before this boat i'm riding will start to sink
Deep in the ocean, with life flowing in full motion
Coasting coast to coast
The oven of rhyme is baking a roast
Gotta have flows that smooth, like butter on toast
That makes the crowd move and groove
So here's to the nights when I'm on the mic

Money
M-m-money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Ain’t it funny
That make's money
Funny how another makes money

Charlie G, 2016
The Inevitable Journey of Sound, Rhythm & Poetry