Wealth
• Written by Urbannightmare
Life is a box of chocolates
You ruin everything if you drop it
Friends buy another like "cop it"
You can't afford that you just bought shit
If money grew on trees I'd be satisfied
But money grows on fingertips of CEOs
The cop with the bloody hands? He shoots negroes
That's your duty? Your homicide is certified?
What the fuck?
Excuse my language but,
What the FUCK?
Of course you don't know what
Clueless,
Lemme paint a picture like Pablo
I'll show you all these people livin roofless
And I'll show you all the mansions like -useless-
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Urbannightmare
Member since November 6 2013