You can't see the small things
That's why you're fucks
You don't care about shit
Think of the bucks

You dream of one thing
It's like a disease
It's called "being wealthy"
And it must be ceased

You'd do shit for money
You would sell your soul
You think cash is everything
Believe its control

You all are possessed
You only want more
So you grab it and stash it
But what is it for?

You fill up your safes
Get one more account
Think you know everything
But life is the thing you don't know shit about!!!

                                                           
        ©Inness