When Your Dough Gets Low Poem by Kaspa Richards

Chasing money it sure can kill
If I was a yank id be chasing dollar bills
But still,
Im English so I stack pound notes
Put it in a bank? Why? They’ve all gone broke
A pile of reds straight down to a pile of blue
Fifty’s and twenty’s for you who never knew
Scattered over my bed man it’s such a lovely sight
To know i've earned all this for the sake of one night
Money can’t buy you happiness but it can buy my dreams
And all the fancy things she and I have seen
Now I know people say that money isn’t everything
But when your dough gets low, u sit there panicking
No cash to go buy your clothes or even worse pay the rent
So you can stand there and moan at the luck life has sent
Or u can get up and go and get what u need
Money for you or your family or go buy your dreams
I dunno bruv it’s not down to me to make your decision
Just remember if its dodgy is it worth going to prison?
If the answers yes then bless brv I wish u all the luck
Go do what u have to sell stolen goods off your truck
Whatever’s your business is just that yours
So keep your trap shut if you wanna keep your doors
Coz if u keep opening your mouth then soon there gonna hear
The police kick your door in exposing all your fears
Who called 'em here? Who grassed me up?
I bet you it was that geezer I met down the pub!
No matter who u blame in reality it’s your entire fault
Should’ve stayed quiet now you have to face the court