Ma Moneys Poem by Wild Child

Money, the root of all evil
Witch be spreadin' hate between the people
Ill kill my brother for a dime,
the girl, i'll only take half the time
show me the cash and all your problems will be fine
aint no worryin its cash that rules this time
I be wearin my cash on my skin
ladies be rubbin on me till the lights dim
A coward behind a mask of cash
one like many, this is how we roll
Big G till it comes down to the end
in the end hoe, We got nothin to show

Ill be fakin it till I make it till the end
My only homies in the end, dirt and the sparrows song
Ive lost the kick in my step
a false ego now dead
Lost the bling i used to rep
let the cash go to my head
now im rolling down the hill
rollin and rollin
another rolling stone
we've heard it all a million times
yet the story comes back again
everbody tries and tries till the end
tryin to get theyre shot to fame
ill wise up now and forgot that game
once you get high
there aint no where to go but down
in the end we all be sleepin six feet under ground