A mili manifesto

the money is the method
nice cars and shiny things
Money takes you closer to sin,
Whatever that means
I know money puts me on my knees
Innocence dies when that money grows on trees

But then, what are we doing here?
We chasing our dreams.
Got images of Oscars, Tonys and color light flashing beams

Better watch out though, these are some powerful things
send your soul to hell but at least you got a beamer and some platinum rings.

People live die and idolize that all mighty dollar
plus it makes the girlies holla


Have you ever said money 100 times in a row?
no?
well I say its impossible, unless you want to see your soul implode
Your garden green, but nothing grows
But you're having fun right?
Saying, "I told you so"
Here I am mom, got cash to blow.

And so...
I'll keep grinding my feet
Loaning my time
Dulling my mind
And losing my beat




OH, but isn't that cash so SWEET!
Feel powerful wielding those dead presidents on demmand.
Hundreds, thousands, millions under your command.
It's a war out there, better arm yourself well.
General Grant and Andrew Jackson will serve under your green spell.
As you SLASH and KILL your enemies, Scarface in a Miami motel.




But I know one thing that will save you from hell.
BURN THAT CASH, don't breathe in that smell.
Or bury that shit, and if they ask, don't ever ever tell.
Bomb your bank, and have your wallet grow mold.
So that way when you grow old
And your story told
They'll say, "Money wasn't his only goal,
He made art from the heart, and he was bold,
But he wasn't a commodity to be bought and sold"

And those words right there are truely like gold,
They're the password to heaven
The taste of honey
And the smell of marigold.

So we have a choice to make, you , me, and the whole world.

WILL YOU SAVE YOUR SOUL?
OR KEEP YOUR FAT BANK ROLL?