[Intro: Alan Watts]

So, this goes very deep into us. It goes deep, deep, deep into the problem we have about guilt. That the love of money is the root of evil

[Verse 1]

The money isn't making bags

The riches turning into rags

I know it never was an option

The first is coming to the last

Never trusting in the process

Treasure running into trash

We don't ever care what God says

Turning the crime into cash

I've been 'round and back again

They don't ever comprehend

The government is listening

Tryna steal your dividends

They been cheating like Thompson

Tryna steal what you defend

I've been moving hella cautious

Never know who you're against

I'm living forgiving

And do what I do on the daily

Chasing the greats like I'm Brady

Baby I'm all in my space

And I'm shaking the Earth like it's Haiti

I don't know maybe

You think that you first and I'm second

But you don't know where I've been headed

Straight for the session

The street giving credit, the moon taking debit

I'm paying my way into Heaven

I'm praying the King don't think I'm pathetic

I'm waiting to see, I'm just so indebted

To everything, can't help but regret it

I'm selfish, embellish, develop the relic

I'm boxing the ring, I'm one of the seven

Two for the show and three for the medic

Taking me home, I know where I'm headed

The moment is wrong, but I'm stuck in the present

[Interlude: Alan Watts]

If you do a job for the soul purpose of making money, you are absurd, Because if money becomes the goal, and it does when you work that way, you begin increasingly to confuse it with happiness, or with pleasure. While it is true that we are all one human family, while it is true, therefore, we should do something about it. Changing the situation

[Verse 2]

There will never be parades

Nothing that we celebrate

Pay attention to the culture

You might really be amazed

Everything is looking vulgar

Back when I was on the stage

I've been marching with the soldiers

Man I'm barely getting paid

They don't wanna keep the secrets

Always swimming with the leaches

I will never pledge allegiance

We are many, I am legion

Everyday I'm getting older

Still I'm following the weakest

Baby I just needed closure

Maybe I just needed Jesus

We've been overdosing, you don't even know it

My homies dead on arrival

I've been tryna focus as if I was Joseph

Man I'd be so in denial

Til we crossing oceans like another Moses

Boy you can put it on vinyl

If you never notice, going through the motions

I put my hand on the Bible

I'm in the bag fosho

Walking through eight below

Tryna get paid for shows

But I got ways to go

But that's the aesthetic

I'm selfish, embellish, develop the relic

I'm boxing the ring, I'm one of the seven

Two for the show and three for the medic