paper slaves
people always want money but shit that's not what i need
i dont need a three story house with a huge glaring tv
i dont need six figures i just need to figure it out
figure out why we're here and what life is about
money just masks whats in the beauty of living
with things that contaminate what we're already given
we're given a world with endless experiences everywhere
we have it all but you fight and fuss over your hair
you fight and fuss over three piece suits and watches
well fuck your wrist watch i wanna watch the sun rise
i want those shades of pink and orange and yellow to warm my eyes
while yours sit there filled green with greed and envy
stop being brainwashed by things and by money
it's a loaded thought to think about why we're here and how to live our lives
but i sure as hell know we don't need to be loaded to thrive