Money Me Not
Money me not
So quick my conversation with you
Changed so quick as your tone stinks
I could smell your real motive
For travelling miles and smiles
Money me not, the altar of my inspirations
Money me not, the standards of my aspiration
Money me not, the secret of my motivation
Money me not, the cause behind my mission
So fast and furious ready to sell
Whatever comes to your mind for gain?
Money me not, I have dignity, pride
I suffer times, to get what you seek
Money me not, for the altar of my message
Money me not, on the lane of vision
Money me not, the essence of my elevation
Money me not, a conviction of my information
It’s like any business, you said
I don’t believe mercantile, all for gain
I stood for change, liberation and charity
For the gift I received, no price can force
Money me not, on the stone of my transformation
Money me not, on the route of my motion
Money me not, on the format of my formation
Money me not, on the root of my vocation
So slow I learn to give, to lay down me
Whatever comes on my way, I sacrifice
I travel kilometers to find this gold
This is verticality, enlace of immortality
Money me not, on the altar of my humiliation
Money me not, on the tomb of my resurrection
Money me not, on the speed of my rotation
Money me not, on the rock of translation
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Copyright © Isaac Kinzambi | Year Posted 2016
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