Why you tellin’ me
What to do with my
Dough?
I rolled around in the mud
For days to secure my
Future.
My mama knows
How to save my
capital
We might as well
Throw it in the air and
See the people who take it.
The banks and stores and bills
All invisible; God only knows
Our irresponsibility.
So mama gonna watch it
With a twelve gauge vision
She is sworn to protect
So you stop wailin’
Like a child who lost
His pacifier.
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