The Motive of Money

The Motive of Money

By Sullee J

See, Money is the ruler

The guap, The user, 

The revealer of true nature

The greed of a loser 

The cancer which diffuses the minds

The confuser, 

The illusion, The abuser

The fantasy made to make believe and

pollute us

See, money is great, but money is awful

Money is used for good, but also the unlawful

I thought my heart was enough,

but I guess money is more than what's thoughtful 

Money makes the world go round

Money makes my girl profound

Money made me frown, but put a smile

On the faces of everyone else around

It's money, that made these friend's come back around

See, money is treason, the treacherous 

Devil intrigued reason, 

For those who worship the dollar! 

Never even sought meaning

Or gave thought to believing 

And so they became lost in there own grieving 

Tortured souls, caught in the deceiving 

Enemies of self, and God to you, looks so demeaning

Those who betray there own blood

for two cents and a pot to pee in

I heard money talks odd

But money never walked even

But if, money was class

We would all attend the teaching

Some folks die for the bill

I swear, you won't believe it

Brainwashed the minds and 

Infiltrate with adhesives

People do anything for that green

Even knock they own fetus

Wealth-less, see it makes you helpless

But too much wealth I heard, made u selfless 

What have you conquered with paper

Besides the arrogance and demise of your own vapors

Oh your hard? Your so G?

You got dough? You sold keys?

Oh you played that woman? 

Ain't that the mother of your seed

Oh you robbed that dude?

Wasn't he your brother before you broke free

Check my dude, Check my blood

Check G, I cant respect your grudge

Your greed fills and infects with lust

Builds to perfect 

The imperfection of your spell my cuz

Listen, Im not trying to degrade you or insult, 

I know we need money,

But the love for it has made you impulse

The love for money has made you hate many,

Take plenty and act funny, 

Real fake dunny

The love devoured your minds, 

And made you straight dummies 

The richest are snitches, beyond cowards

They contemplate cruddy

Oh you mad now, because I talk at your treble 

Dumbed down a few words

And made you understand your own level

Don't apologize to me, I never conquered your mind G

I gave you the truth, this is your reality

See, money made you weak, money made you leave

Your own family for a little less bliss, then relief

Believe me or not, but if your feeling my words

You once sold your soul, and now 

You regret your appearance because its clearer, it hurts (I know)

See, it's your love for the thirst of this devils curse

Which provoked your mind, to inherit the worst

And for this, thou shall be reversed and dug beneath

'his owned', but never his own earth!

For your possessions are but,

Hilarious! A joke!

Money gave you an illusion of power

When, inside you were still broke

It is a sense of pride and increased ego

Money was invented to divide and deprive the ditzy people 

The hunger for a piece of paper 

Never helped win over peace, 

Instead it decreased the chances, 

And even corrupted the chief of police,

The good father, The house wife, 

The children who stole from their own siblings 

For a little ounce, like 

Damn, don't you get it

Money is a false remedy

The two faced, printed 

To dissolve our own energy

To withdraw from within, our flaws

And deceive our own identities

Money is our best friend

But, money's our worst enemy!

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S.U.L.L.E.E. J. (Society's Undisputed Liberated Lyricist Expressing & Exemplifying Justice)

www.officialsulleej.com