Heart racing, Blood boiling,
rushing through my veins
Watching lightning, hearing thunder,
while it rains
Keeping secrets telling lies,
without any pain
Confessing sins, letting those in,
during this King's reign.

This world is Free-Fallin
without Free-ballin
While babies are crawlin
mothers are callin
To mend the wounds
that were once healed
But due to video games
this heart is sealed
Cuz a man can only take
five steps in life
After his chest has been touched
by the women he thought of as his wife

Those five steps may seem
like a lifetime to some
Old memories flashing
reminding him where it all came from
Hoping to prove the truth
that constantly runs through his eyes
Explaining the reason
behind all his lies
Turning to those
who have the gift of understanding
To guide others
to secure them a smooth landing

His mistakes
are not anybody else's but his own
Glancing at the past
and what it has shown
Trying to trust himself
and let loved ones know
All he truly wanted
was to allow peace to flow
Through his world
without any trouble
To get rid of the pain
with a dose of double
Apparently things
have been twisted and turned
Due to the fact
that there's money to be earned

Money is not
what makes this world spin
Its actually the cause
of all its sin
Although we need it
to support our families today
More money More problems
that's what they say
So why do we need it
to live a comfortable life
Or even to make
the women you love your wife

Money is earned
from many different professions
Its even as easy
as hearing someone's confessions
Then telling them to say a prayer
and all is forgiven
So they donate their money
in hopes of makin it to heaven
You donate you money
to make up for mistakes
Which I understand your hearts
and know it's not fake
But hiding the truth
will decide your fate
No matter how much money
you choose to donate

So happiness doesn't
grow on trees
Funny thing is
money is made from these
Living organisms
that were place on this Earth
From the day God chose
to give it birth
Why does money run
through everyone's hearts
Cuz all our governments
made it their part
In giving us the freedom
of being what we want
But what many don't realize
now money is the hunt
That drives us to depression
and our own death beds
When we share with the world
the thoughts in our heads

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