Sho Baraka - Chapter 8: Madoff lyrics

[Hook] Rich man lies and he rises Poor man lies and he dies We do it all for the money All for the money All for the money, for the money money money Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us [Verse 1] We tryin' to bloom in the city lights I think we ask what's up cuz we're scared of heights Poor man saw his rose die when he lied Rich man lies, he saw his rose rise Greed begets more greed Hood rats love the trap that brings more cheese We get the world but want more Adam and Eve sponsored links I got so much to hide but I need more leaves The same person addicted to caffeine Likes to look down at the person who does smoke weed The war on d** is the war on us, import make money then lock 'em up I said doctor can you fix my ills He thinks fixin' my ills is givin' me more pills (please) That means I get more bills, poor man can only leave tears in his will [Hook] Rich man lies and he rises Poor man lies and he dies We do it all for the money All for the money All for the money, for the money money money Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us [Verse 2] Get ya hand out my pocket, get ya hand out my pocket Out my pocket don't ride me no mo Would less welfare make the poor care and work hard, I really don't know I know a girl who makes a grip, all she gotta do is strip She makes about 3 G's maybe 4 I tried to tell her to quit, she's like what's better than this? Go to college and pay school loans? Well let me teach you about some ghetto wrath Baby momma's gettin' beat but still comin' back School of hard knocks is where she learned to add 3 jobs for 2 kids that's some ghetto math Rich man can he get a dollar please Life feels wasted so his pants at his knees We've all got bad aim in the darkness How can I reach my goal instead of being a target? [Hook (x2)] Rich man lies and he rises Poor man lies and he dies We do it all for the money All for the money All for the money, for the money money money Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us Lord Father forgive us, Lord Father forgive us [Verse 3] She said, he said alright I ain't pointin' fingers... This is what he said He said... I know civility died last week when I couldn't get my kids food to eat And if opportunity knocks on my door I'm lockin' him in the basement, haha I see fools gold wearin' fools Accumulate that gold young man hide it in your mouth On your neck in your hair on your wrist Cuz of course that's where it's most profitable And when your gold... I'm sorry... God begins to wear you down Appraise your heart and character to see his real glory We all international player, I just go to learn Souls of men last forever but money will burn Thanks for the invite to your melting pot I feel like I'm the only one that's molten a lot Your hospitality is a manifest destiny And the welcome mat is soaking wet, it's from the years of tears I don't seek resolution of pain amongst the privileged They tried to break me but all they created was more soul More strength, watch me dance, watch me dance I will dance on your bureaucracy I will dance cuz all I've ever had was a jig, ha And if you're confused, I'm talkin' to you