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As an individual I thought I'd have some worth.
But even now I'm nothing, I'm the last on earth.
The truth it has to hurt, once you yearned for me.
You burned with greed, now blind, when you learned to see
What determines someone?s value. Nothing?s to gain.
My only hope is I'm remembered for numbing the pain,
Money don't buy happiness? Dawg you must of been broke.
And passed away in your sleep when you suffered a stroke.
Cause at one time we said, money rules in the world.
Whether you owned a yacht, or bought jewels for your girl.
Now people haven't a clue, what to be happy about.
When the simple pleasures elude you, like laughin out loud.
Money, power, respect? Pfft. broke, weak, and lonely.
Nothing?s what it seems when the old streets are phoney.
I could give you anything, in the lap of luxury,
Fancy cars, gold rings, things rappers love to see.
But now I?m worthless, Luck found a purpose,
Defeated the root of evil to bust down the serpent.
There is a god; he made me like everyone else,
Instead of being?.. A slave for everyone?s wealth.
Instead of praying for health, you would lust for the riches.
And get took for all you had. I never trusted the b*** es.
It made me feel the worst, to be prayed upon.
Now I couldn?t be happier that them days are gone.
I?m simply, a small, round piece of the copper,
Never again to be found weak with a shopper.
I have a face, identity, no longer a clone too,
I?m free in this world; no one can say, ?I own you?
You would have it all or kill, just for a dollar bill
Wall or hill, nothing stops you when I give you all a thrill.
My presence made empires rise and fall,
But without me you wouldn?t ??.feel alive at all.
Isn?t it sick? To think that living is living is sh** ,
Without a dime, you could find you?re in prison as quick
As the blink of an eye, for committing a crime
Wither and die in a cell, for living a lie.
Just think only fifty of me can make a rapper.
Spit garbage on CD?s just for the sake of laughter
Cash rules everything around you? psyche.
But-now-without-me, people keep it real on the mic.