$Money$

We’re just living life in these cages. 

Stuck in these spaces,

praying that we make it 

to put America 

back in good graces.

So now it has enabled us 

to live a life 

so dangerous 

While others look to take haven on,

a terrain so far

 its taken us 

so far from being an Angel’s son

I’m a good Samaritan!

So why would you dare and try and take my heritage!?

I’m a…

I’m an American?..

Wife:

You tell me you love me with all your heart

But it sounds really like a question mark,

and that alone

 seems to tear us apart,

and still 

I continue to remain sour

 cause I'm sitting up for long hours,

and it’s taking it's toll…

cause I see you’d rather be with them, 

when all I wanna do is lay in bed and hold you again.

Looking through your phone, itching. 

Still you tell me it's only business 

that you got these other girls digits. 

College Student who also works as a bartender:

I’m only

Focused and working on getting my diploma,

and as the end of the year approaches. 

I’m hoping to not be homeless.

To keep my focus 

and not to be lead astray by phonies   

Growing up 

I always told to go to college,

and if I did anything else to make quick buck 

it be nonsense.

I mean… 

every students got problems, 

but the best thing is to just be positive.

So as I start my shift…

Clocking in

while all my friends are out partying. 

I’m right here fucking starving.

Martyred from them. 

Pushing through shifts as hard as I can. 

I’ll do whatever

 in anyway I can,

and I know…

 it’ll pay in the end.?…

“Man!”

My stomachs aching 

and all I can think of is my wallet with no bacon 

I can hear it telling me, 

"That I didn’t make it"

Then asking, 

"Why I don’t have no savings?”

“Tsk!”

Coming home 

to sit and count notes,

and hope that this week 

I pass broke 

“Oh, sweet!”

A number but no phone. 

Hah! That’s a joke.

“Whatever!”

Sounds like it’s time to eat.

Got me thinking “Green.” 

Got me thinking meat.

Immediately I peak into 

To find….???

Forgot that I need food,

that I need juice. 

Well I guess I’m lucky that I ain’t got no kids 

cause I got an empty fridge.

To better simplify,

I’m barely getting by,

even when I'm working 9 to 5.

Still…

Somehow I find 

my credit card gets declined.

Here you wanna talk about a 2 car garage and everything that a celebrities got that I don’t 

Just because I’m broke,

paying student loans.

You think 

that I don’t have a nice home. 

Instead only to think I’m using it for,

drinking booze or pursuing pussy to score,

but as the days go on… 

I’m barely hanging on. 

My bills, studies, and everythings got me stressing, 

but is this lifes lesson?

To struggle just to get by and make a living. 

Shoot!

I definitely need something to relieve this feeling.

Well…..

I  do see this dealer on the corner each day. 

Maybe the drugs he’s selling will make this anxiety go away.

Student meets with drug dealer: 

*He sees…*

I wonder if I could do that? 

Them big bills in this life, maybe I want that.

Just something to keep my wallet fat

I give him a 100 dollar bill

just for a couple of pills 

(There them demons go watching again) 

(Here while America’s holding my hand) 

Drug dealer:

Struggling to make it by each day.

Some people think its easy being me 

selling weed in the streets among other things.  

Moving discreet while the police are looking to seize and bring a father down on his knees.

I'm only a man providing for his family.

Giving them something to eat, 

and hopefully some place to sleep. 

It’s a crime and their are times I do despise the things I do.

I wish I could be just like you.

I don’t have an education and I know that’s what it takes to make it.

I’m not gonna stress this 

but ever since I was a kid 

growing up homeless;

that meant free food in schools until they be closing

Living life cozy

even when all my clothes had holes in em 

Still I think  

Me with a job is low key, a joke

especially when I have no degree,

but floating this doe 

has given us everything that we had been hoping. 

So I take his 100 dollar bill 

to provide my baby with diapers and Enfamil

In return, I give him a couple a pills for a cheap thrill 

To hold off until 

He comes back for another deal

I wrap it up and put it in my wallet 

An hour later

I leave town 

and park my car at my chicks house 

cause the day before she had been wilding out,

that I been messing about, 

so I came to end them doubts and do her proud.

Without knocking I go walking in

to find my chicks blouse

on the living room couch. 

Oh, God!

I'm freaking out!

Just an inch from lashing out,

so I drop a couple of pills in my drink and I feel it slowly sink…

It’s turning me

to a person that's got an urge to hurt her deep.

I determine whats worse

so instead I throw her on the streets. 

I did every and anything that money can bring, 

and this is for the women that want to be treated like queens?

but uttering when they sleep, 

they want it from someone other than me.

Damn, let me tell you… 

Money does provide a sense of security,

and I don’t know if that’s what you get 

when live here with me,

but these are the things I do for a couple of G’s, 

so believe me, this money’s a fucking disease.

Treating us all like dogs on a fu**ing leash.

There are those that have it all,   

while others are trapped to fall 

not mattering at all.

and we just let it

 swallow us whole

Meanwhile... my heart slows 

I'm....

I'm becoming too weary to hold 

as I try and reach for the door

I hear the melodies go...

Code Blue —————

   Husband walks in on wife:

Ahh, now here i am caught in the heat 

to be casted off in the streets,

but before taking off… 

I got my hands in his pocket

to get a wad of some green 

*100 dollar bill*

and it's not that I need no guy to feel fine,

but I think it's just best to be 

while I’m on my feet

to make the tiniest of green,

and at least I'm trying 

even if it's the least to provide. 

I do love it but hate it,

but I guess I’m just at a point in time where I feel our trust fading,

and it doesn't help 

when you tell me your selling drugs just for our babies.

To come and think about it... 

Me sleeping with others helps ease my conscious. 

Especially when were both knee deep in needing greens our problem.

Knowing I can't bring happy, 

I go.

I enter through another door, 

where I ain't alone. 

Then when I see my baby girl, 

an Angel glow 

lets me know… 

What I'm doing ain't so cold

if we ain't going broke 

*Ding

Text @ 1 in the morning.

This guy telling me he adores me and would do anything for me.

Tearing through my clothes. 

Laying on the bed nude and exposed. 

"Baby, let me tell you... If there's any more that I can do?” 

“$Shoot, if it's good enough for me, 

I’ll do it for free$”

and I may be stepping lower than you 

but this pole is my ruse

digging in your soul while I'm losing clothes 

An appetite growing in you 

but I owe to dumb blokes who just come to grope and throw it at you 

Don't talk to me about how to live my life. 

I’m disguised a housewife barely getting by 

with two kids,

so you would assume I’d be a nudist,

fucking all the dudes to keep up a rood for our kids.

“Yeah, and I do it again.

Anything for them.”

*Customer unzips his pants*

This is my chance 

for my bank account to have 3 digits again.

(There them demons go watching

Here while America's holding my hand)

My dancings an illusion,

to prance when I'm nude 

is a trance cause you're human. 

“Ugh! but I can't stand this one student.”

He gets so worked…

“Why don’t you take a step back and breathe first.”

Anxiously waiting to get his hand on and his pants off

“Stop!”

“No, don’t touch me.

Listen!

Keep you hands off.”

*sighs..

“I can’t do this.

You’re a kid, a student…”

“I mean, 

you barely got the means to afford

and you’re barely making it poor. 

Please understand…

I just want you to do better than a whore, 

so ignore me and ignore this

even though I’m going through a divorce, 

my husband’s way too important. 

so you should go… 

before he gets home…”

“Oh, no…” 

Once I feel him get his hands on 

An explosion of emotion gets flowing, and I can’t slow it. 

It’s a rush once our lips touch. 

and just to have your hands on my hips 

is a fix. 

I need it rough… 

“Fu**”

Homeless Man:

Every minute I walk ,

I listen to the people that talk,

and I try not to let it offend me at all. 

Still I hear em when they call.

Treated like a junkie. 

Ooo, lucky me

a description thats stuck with me,

and they agree and just assume 

 I’m a fool or disease 

so the only way to prove it not to be. 

Ya gotta be 

making money or some profit, monopoly 

but instead…

Here I am… waiting for my family to come talk to me

“Impossible!”

Look at me!

This is whats it’s like….

to actual be free,

so come to see

through the lies and deceit

I pull out my pocket,

a dollar to empty my wallet, 

"Plutocracy"

it's what’s costing me, 

mocking me with false ideology’s. 

Holding us by democracy 

by way of hypocrisy.

Real eyes must realize 

that money 
eventually kills 

The lies you accept 
will suscept in your will, 

so they matrix a pill 

of a fake and enervating feel.

This... 

This is America’s spiel,

to live life in these cages. 

Stuck in these spaces,

so tell me we made it 
$Money$