Money by A.G.E
How people hurry like time
to make money!
The love of money
Is of course,
The cause of all immorality
Internet fraud is too much of a task,
So money ritual took over
What intention has a person
Who kills his parents for money?
OPPRESSION in green and white
Whoever has a sixth sense
will not be moved
by the ostentatious life of
people whose tomorrow is half-certain!
I better be a slave in Heaven than to command in the fire!
Brethren, suffer today
and secure your promising future.
In the end,
We shall gather to hear the tragic story of those
who bought money with their futures
If we all do blood money as youths,
And lost our tomorrow,
From whence cometh future leaders?
more haste, less speed!
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