Money
“In the end, money always collects.”
Money will hold you, then skin you alive,
Kiss you sweet, then gut your drive.
Feed you today, starve you tomorrow,
Bury your joy in a pit of sorrow.
Buys the love that’s sold in the dark,
Perfume to mask the cold of the heart.
Buys the heat when your bones start to bite,
Flicks the switch in the dead of night.
Buys the powder, buys the blade,
Seals the deal in the backroom trade.
Buys the blood, the hit, the debt,
Every mistake you won’t forget.
Buys a smile that don’t reach the eyes,
Buys your truth, then sells you lies.
Buys the chains you’ll wear for free,
The dream you choke on, down on your knees.
Buys the roof when the rain starts to fall,
Sells the walls, leaves you with nothing at all.
Buys the crown, it buys the throne,
But nothing it touches is ever its own.
Money don’t care if you’re young or old,
Don’t know hunger, don’t feel cold.
Keeps on moving, keeps on fed,
Won’t stop chewing till you’re good and dead.
Buys your breath and it buys your skin,
Waits for the moment you let it in.
Grinds you down till there’s nothing to save,
Spits in the dirt on your unmarked grave.
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