"Money Makes Everybody Happy,"- My Response
"Money Makes Everybody Happy"
Insecure stack buying you a backseat
Sure alone to the beat dieing to the heat
Let me speak
Crack goes your beak
Crumbling because you weak
Broke enough to drown in a week
Not from the bills
Hot in your hills
A capsule of the kills
Tills you dab on success
As you identify with excess
You get access
To the Bling Bling
As a king with a dope ring
Baring time calls as you lose
Your cues
To a diamond in a rut
When you finally shut the cut
Gonna be straight blunt
Blaring are you content yet?
This poem is about:
Our world
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