Money Talk
Money Talk
All this Money Talk
It’s changed the way I think
The way I see things
The way I see you
I’m not in my right mind anymore
I hate this money talk
The privileged really do prevail
You all prevail
Don’t worry, this won’t be the first time I’ve lost
50 grand, do you have that by chance?
I feel like punching everything I see
Don’t take it personal
I’m just in that state of mind
Angry out of my mind
I wanna see you in my place
I wanna see you wear my shoes
I’m just dealing with these things the best way I can
Don’t look at me like you don’t know me
Maybe you don’t know me at all
Maybe that’s because there aren’t a lot of my kind around here
I guess that makes most days bad days
I guess you can try to calm me down
But I’ve down the this whole time and life completely sucks right now
There’s a reason I’m saying all of this
White really does prevail
I guess I’m just on the wrong team
I’m losing myself in this money talk
All this talk, talk, talk, talk
I wish college was free for all
Who said this was the land of the free
Nothing’s free, nothing’s ever free
Money talk takes me away from my goals
Takes me away from my dreams
Money talk will be the end of me
Life is an empty jar
Not even a penny or nickel…..
In my jar….
I want to learn
To live a good life
But money talk
Oh money talk kills that hope
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