M.I.E. (Money Isn\'t Everything)
I\'m painting pictures; about pitching pennies and prophecies.
We jump squares; like Monopoly..
for your profit..please..
Your pockets seams..are splitting..you see this pot of dreams is so addictive, while, chasing pre-scripted thoughts for apologies.
Or a pile of G\'s..
This money comes violently..
I\'m running a silent fee..
I\'m running with silent feet; inside my head.
I\'m feeling like there is poison all inside my lead.
I\'m feeling like I\'m drunk off this potion, or what is inside my keg.
Damn..
I\'m feeling lost for real.
What is the point of feeling rich, if money is lost..appeal..
I\'m feeling exhausted..chill..
before I toss this..pill..
and then, I\'m lost at..wheel..
I think I lost my..will..
- iamsoule