Cyne - Money Parade lyrics

[Intro: Sample Quote from ?] "It's like, uh, you ask a kid, 'What do you want to be when you grow up?' Well, I would of said anything, uh, because I didn't really know and I don't think many children do" [Verse 1: Akin] It was all about sweet 16, innocence lost Lost, fallen for Kelly, blonde chick, and I thought I thought money was God and Rome was built in a day As they salute the troops floating on the money parade Let's say it: Be all you can be. Be black, be white, be proud, be free Get money, get yours (get yours). Get a girl, get a wife. That's love. I'm poor (I'm poor) Find God right now (right now) Go to church. Go to work. Clock in. I'm down n***a, pay your bills But I can't do sh** ‘cause I ain't got money in my pockets When I get that f**ing check from this bullsh**-a** job that I got [Bridge: Sample Quote from ?] "I personally want to reach as many people as possible and I try to put whatever I can do into the most, uh, common terms" [Verse 2: Akin] Sweet 16, heroes and all Eight try, eight die fighting fear for applause. They march Eight soldiers with a thirst for blood Front lines. Land mines. Took two as they fall—it's war Four goons all in unison sing f** bells. They yell, “Let liberty reign!” And then when two shots rang and sang for the day They k** Jill, k** Bill in the money parade March [Verse 3: Cise Star] Drink deep, drink slow in the land Hope floats but nothing obtained I don't see any love in your eyes Just pretense, defense, a well of lies f** you! Never stood up for nothing Pillar of ignorance toppled on spires of selflessness Die, fools, die! Nothing can ever live Plastic is policy. Poison punch for kids Can you hear me out? Tired of bullsh**—so tired of bullets and Tired of blood on my hands. Tired of superman Tired of fangs hiding behind smiles and Tired of white people and tired of n***as too Beautiful murderer in the sky Please bless us with open eyes Sorrow, tomorrow lies Will we redeem? No! [Bridge 2: Sample Quote from ?] "I think the, the feelings in, uh, in art should be more selective and that, at least, uh, the artist should be responsible to try to perpetuate the feelings which he feels will be most beneficial or those feelings which will, uh, most contribute to a better world" [Verse 4: Cise Star] Fire in the hole as we run on coal Silver and gold exchanged for the soul (no) Do what you're told. Don't do what you feel Wheat, dairy, textiles, steel Middle East and Africa Watch your back cause we're after ya Money parade for money to take Money that's spent from money that's made In the end, it's the bottom line s** it up and you quit that crime Work to the bone, don't see yo kids (uh uh) Grab a check and you spend that b**h We need cops so you pay that tax Who needs God? We got Equifax Who needs God? We got Equifax Hello, progress. Fade to black [Outro: Sample Quote from ?] "The future is just downright beautiful!"