God, help me out here, ‘cause I'm possessed
I need the root of all evil for my stress.
‘Cause money's like a strong prescription
Drug, it's got me addicted
To the pleasure and the pain it inflicted.
Somethin' about the paper
With the pictures of the president's head.
Damn, it's like a motherfuсkin' plague that spread
It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse
I keep my head on straight, makin' money ‘cause it's cursed
Makin' money makes a difference day by day
So I gotta stay paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter how hard you try, it's in death, you gotta die.
A lot of my peers didn't make it to the years to come
Did life do 'em right or did life leave 'em dumb?
Who has the answers? I wonder, I turn to my elders
They aged and experienced, but they can't even tell ya
Or tell me, that there'll be light at the end of the road.
Why? ‘Cause they don't even know
A million things run through my mind
You ain't gotta be in jail to be doin' time