Cash Rule

Is your mind for rent?

I’ve got something to sell

Here’s an unquenchable thirst that you’ll never quell

Try as you might, you can’t catch its tail

So join in the pack down this spiraling trail

If only they all knew, how would it make them feel,

Would it make them sweat, would it make them reel

Cause long ago we forgot one minute detail

Money isn’t real, ain’t that surreal.

We’ve been building our impending achilles heel

Money ain’t even real, how does that make you feel?

Living for zeros behind reflective glass veils

When profits compel, they consume our ideals

Driven by numbers we can never achieve,

Cultivating a world full of liars and thieves,

Why can’t I have more, why can’t he be me?

These are the questions we ask when we’re free

When we’re to blame but can’t handle the shame

Don’t like these cards, can we restart the game?

You’re friends with the dealer, but I don’t know his name

Why should I expect to be treated the same

When connections do more than skills or degrees

And profits demand we chop down the trees

Take everything, and forget to say please

What’s compassion? You’re just weak in the knees

Ruled by men with long lists of demands

Where fools are crucified for defying commands

Never worked a day, what do I do with my hands?

They hear every day, but choose to not understand

Why those without zeros are the ones yelling “take a stand”

It’s hard to see from up there, but the view sure is grand