Through the eyes Of Evil

I constantly hear that money is the route to all evil. But if you ask me its not the money its the people behind  the money the slangers the bangers the thefts. The people that have money in their pockets but are to afraid to drop it in a mans cup. Money is not evil to a woman with 3 kids and 4 days to find another spot before she ends up on the block. Money is what she need to make sure her family exceeds excels. Exhale the evil in our lungs that clouds up our brains and makes us think strange and inhale the truth that without god your money is like crack to a crack baby who grow up seeing her mama act crazy cause crack killed, she has no desire for it. But the money that her mother stole from her was not evil, it was the people who sold to her mother and stole from her mother they controled her mother kept hold of her mother but we still blame it on the money.

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