People around you chase the money
When you're no longer on their wavelength
Begin to look at you funny
All the hard workers
Start to question their purpose
You can't take cash to the grave
How will it all turn out after being a slave
I'm feeling like Blade at the blood rave
Taking out the terrorisers
No time for incognito disguises
Bane told us that the fire rises
Open up your paper or turn on the TV
Money, money, money
You'll see
Who patronizes and hypnotizes
Plundering and taxing to death
The government are just pirates
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2023 02:52
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Comments1
Nah....Pirates took from the rich.....
True, just flipping it on it's head.
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