They say that a coin has two sides
But it's more like top and bottom
One side has your head so high
The other makes you feel rotten
Let me explain...
The dollar's a curse and a blessing in one
The ballers are hurt when the Henny is gone
The poorer are hurt when their bellies are numb
The horror that bursts when money is wrong
But money IS wrong, or is it us?
It's just a method we think we trust
Now it's digital, fictional stuff
If only poverty could be such
As I eat my food, another is starving
Why do some blow money like it's nothing
Why some pay hoes while some can't pay parking
Why do some donate when they too have nothing
Greed is the word, we let it control
Our minds, bodies, souls, we let it keep hold
Tight grips on egos, currency is bold
United us all but threw us in a hole
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Gwapo Mystizo
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