Lyrics Money - Mr. J. Medeiros, Pigeon John

Money

The distance between what I want and really need
Is often further then I’d like to believe
I find myself fighting to receive
That of those temporary treasures
Bent on those various pleasures
Meant to measure a man
Feeling the pressure cus the world got its hand
In my wallet
You can call it a habit
When all the worlds a mall
You feel the draw of the magnet
If I saw it I had to have it
Caught in the traffic
Where mans happiness is bought like magic
Those thoughts are tragic
With no logic only madness here
It’s all a hat trick that got your pockets rocking rabbit ears
I use to laugh in fear
Never seeing my blessing
Then something happened where
I felt the need to be in question
Me or my possession
People or property
I seek to find the lessons
That teach to treat each properly
Learning to give with no worries on the give back
Cus when your dead homeboy
Whatcha gonna do with that
Money it seems funny the meat we’re hunting
Is money like we bees to honey the queen is hungry
For cash
It won’t out last we out fast
When we out pass the last meter we out dash
For the green
Some call it the American dream
Be aware of the scheme
Drowning for that glare in the stream
Yo it’s the doe
If we can’t grow we can’t move
If we can’t let it go then it can’t be used