Money Game, Pt. 3

Lyrics

[Piano with vocalisations intro] [Verse 1] Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy 1 years old and his first words were "Mine, mine! Gimme!" 2 years old, he was walking. 3 years old, walking quickly 4 years old, he was running 'round the pavements of his city 5 years old and his daddy told him "Listen here, son You gotta learn to be a man. A man, he works for what he wants" 6 years old and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch And when he's 7, his progression made him student number one 8 years old and he's praised for unusual grades 9, his parents pay for privatе school to nurture the flame 10, 11, 12, 13, hе ascends and ascends His daddy tells him, "Son, money is the means to all ends" 14, solving complex mathematic equations At 15, IQ 150, still elevating 16, he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cybersecurity protocols 17, and he sells his vision keeping a share Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire 18, and his daddy tells him "Now, you're a man This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can" 19, he turns a profit stocks and shares invest in product 20, double-down deposits. 21, his income rockets 22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself 23, a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine 24, he makes the Forbes list. They're applauding his name 25, and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son While you are sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won" 26, a business shift, he switches business to arms He's 27, dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat He's 29, a role of council in the president's suite Now, he's 30. His daddy says "You're losing the race You're just a servant to the king. Not even in second place" 31, a big manoeuvre for his daddy's approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32, moving grams, growing kilos to tonnes He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns 34, turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket 35, he gets a call, "I'm sorry, son But it's your father. Had a heart attack. I'm sorry. He's gone" 36, getting pissed up, abusing his product 37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38, with a prostitute; a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39, getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy's words are still driving him to kill and devour Makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed They retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg The doctor sighs and says "I don't think you'll be walking again." Fuck [Verse 2] Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy He was 40, and he cursed the words "Mine, mine. Gimme" 41, he wasn't walking. 42, not walking quickly 43, never running 'round the pavements of his city 44, inside a palace with a mountain of gold But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold Lamborghini for a life; trading money for souls Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free "Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need" And his example is exaggerated versions of me And it's a version of him, and it's a version of she And it's a version of you, there's no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic, fuck the money and fame. Cut the music! [Verse 3] This isn't entertainment, this is real-life The way we live is lunacy. Community, it declines Hyperpolarized, always fighting, then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we design? Money's an invention, politics from our invention They all come from peoples' ideas. Did I mention? Borders an invention, law and order fuel the tension It leads to people killing each other. My solution? Everything is subject to change We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains But if we teach kids in schools to always be sheep And put themselves before the herd if there's more money for me Then there's no future I see where the humans survive We're parasites inside a Petri dish with cannibal minds Mould will grow upon a surface, then consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same without this story to the wise [Outro] 45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheelchair, drinking again He is everything he wants, he has fortune and fame He's a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a .45 calibre aimed at his brain Forty-five; a fitting number, 'cause his age is the same Hears the words of his father; "It's such a damn shame" Then he presses on the trigger of a money game