A POEM I ROTE ABOUT GREED AND SHIT
Get up get out brush ur teeth and do the same damn thing, its this fucking life this boring day this crazy sleepless night, this insomnia that keeps me from loosing my mind but all at the same time keeps me from being sane, this empty me in this crowded room all alone and still the same.
Mon thru fri nine to five we live to work and work to die, we use this time we have here to count down the days of our lives. We scream and yell and get the green, we learn and tell go fuck yourselves, its all a waste of time, it’s a waste of our minds
So get up and dress up to impress ur boss, and fire ur friend cause its all their loss, and soon u’ll get the money you want, get the power u want be at the place that you want, so when u get big enough and rich enough u can say, I did wat I had to too get where I am today, and to ur kids u’ll say sleep at nite and work in the day to keep the time right, get the green and if u have to be mean to keep this cycle alive.
Never let the business die, never let it rot, with friends or foes, keep it out of it this is what a wise man knows, makievelle was right only the strongest survive, do what u need to to get to the top and fuck all those who die, so u rule with an iron fist and keep the routine alive. So generations from now even though ur dead ur money has still survived, and on ur grave stone it’ll say to the richest man on earth, he had the money he had the job, but happiness was not on this earth, he will never be in heaven he will always be alone because he betrayed his family friends and those who loved him the most, to get where he is today alone tired and dead, because of all his money and hate he took a bullet to the head
Mon thru fri nine to five we live to work and work to die, we use this time we have here to count down the days of our lives. We scream and yell and get the green, we learn and tell go fuck yourselves, its all a waste of time, it’s a waste of our minds
So get up and dress up to impress ur boss, and fire ur friend cause its all their loss, and soon u’ll get the money you want, get the power u want be at the place that you want, so when u get big enough and rich enough u can say, I did wat I had to too get where I am today, and to ur kids u’ll say sleep at nite and work in the day to keep the time right, get the green and if u have to be mean to keep this cycle alive.
Never let the business die, never let it rot, with friends or foes, keep it out of it this is what a wise man knows, makievelle was right only the strongest survive, do what u need to to get to the top and fuck all those who die, so u rule with an iron fist and keep the routine alive. So generations from now even though ur dead ur money has still survived, and on ur grave stone it’ll say to the richest man on earth, he had the money he had the job, but happiness was not on this earth, he will never be in heaven he will always be alone because he betrayed his family friends and those who loved him the most, to get where he is today alone tired and dead, because of all his money and hate he took a bullet to the head