My Money is unfair like a wicked mother
It talks for me literally like a pompous father
If your money’s on the low, mehn don’t even bother
Cuz u won’t be able to speak – no law of order
You won’t be able to speak – no freedom of expression
‘nd I wont be able to talk to you, I’m degrading my level
I’m sorry if I’m arrogant, I’m just telling the truth
but I don’t really mean that sorry, I’m telling the truth
This is the theme of a person whose money is its microphone. However, this wasn’t always the case, because there was always a burning passion for the arts. When the mind was young, it used its vessel to draw pictures of Dragon Ball Z characters. It then made its own characters, named them after animals and made them wrestle; it was the chairman of his own wrestling roster (in his numerous drawing books & sketch pads). As the mind grew older, music became the next passion. It made sure he never missed a word of Eminem and 2 Pac (RIP). It never had a professional passion; never wanted to sit behind the desk to work for someone in a white-collar job.
Things happening in a world in my head doesn’t transform to a good life
That’s what they always say to an ambition in the arts
So why do these awesome thoughts come to mind
When they can’t be in the realistic world from the start?
No, it can’t be true, these thoughts must be in action
Cuz I’m sure the human race would leave me in awe with their reaction
You want to do something else? No problem, just remember
that your proposed future is just a procrastinating distraction
The mind is drowned in the arts, but the vessel decides to move into the business side of the earth. The mind doesn’t endorse this. It feels that the vessel is controlled by a human superior who have a significant share in the success of the vessel. The mind doesn’t understand this, thus it gives the vessel a reminder every time, to get out of the life he’s being led to and start driving on the road of thought it always had as a kid. It is not happy!
It wants to be in the studio’s; It wants to read papers
It wants to pump the crowds; It wants to sign the million-dollar contracts
It hates sitting behind the desks; It loves stretching its legs on the tables
It’s life is so mute; It’s having the time of its life
Would the mind continue to receive this obsessive treatment with silence,
Or react with the hand that it’s dealt?
Why should it keep in sync with the vessel’s selfish actions,
when it didn’t care about the way it felt?
It really didn’t have a choice…..
Now what we see is the mind of a vessel
Struggling for expression in the money-driven world of potential
for the art to design the eyes and the ears
because what came to pass…..was one of its biggest fears…..