Money Tree

by Oria_the_Gem

October 23, 2013

I need a metaphorical axe cause im boutta

cut down this hypothetical money tree do

you feel me... I need empathy

cause when i grab this axe imma start

choppin down this tree until it falls thus

giving everyone the chance to reap the

rewards

this axe shall provide the

way to the promise land like moses and

that tree will be the plush

land waiting to be used at the mercy of the

ones who tend to it

chop one will be the most beautiful sound

ever cause with that first swing i realize as

the poor guy that once i hack this down my

troubles will disappear this

tree is the only thing i've needed

and since i got the oppurtunity to chop this

down and get this money cant no one take

nothing from me but my troubles and them

you can have

chop 2 the thirst is great i cant wait till i

feel the paper in my hand matter of fact the

truest form of cotton because im in a bad

situation you cant convince me money is

rotten i need it i want it im close now i got

3 chops and im able to say timber its falling

time to get that money baby first thing

imma buy is a way outta the ghetto second

thing imma buy is a new life for my mama

third thing imma buy is world peace with

the money from my chopped down

money tree that i cut down

with my axe that represents

exacty where I am at I am that dreamer

who sees the way out without the means I

am that individual with the power to push

the boundries but lack of skill to dodge the

obstacles I am that guy but hey i chopped

down one hypothetical money tree with

one metaphorical axe so let me re-plant the

seed so one day like me someone with

dreams can cut down there own money

tree.

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