The Love of Gold

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Moya Janelle

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There's gaudy glamours circulate the life of a thug
Getting generous amounts of people busting off slugs
Human gastronomy, gasping why they run in the gauntlet
Fighting gastroenteritis and shaking off gauntness

It's relentless, ain't no resting when the gaming is done
They gotta revel in the darkness, raised and ready to run
With reality facing them and they enemies chasing them
With Gestapo on the ground training their dogs for the taste of them

Don't live your life for the love of gold

No space for friends, locked in a transparent cage
Transverse interactions taking bullets with age
Apropos to misappropriate as probity's pushed out the gate
Evil is a thoroughbred and greed won't let them lose this race

A waste of their existence, it's a matter of choice
The conscious muted by the muffin man molested of voice
Cosmic calamities causing crude catastrophes
Catching commonplace kids in this corrupt cacophony
I'm like

Don't live your life on the clouds

So in instances they gotta be ready to jump
While they jousting with the jaegar and preparing to pump
Propelling pellets in the plasma to prohibit the pulse
It ain't enough to hurt opposers yo they have to convulse
In agony another killogy, fit for a thug
They watching their wicked actions but they can't pull the plug
Bloodlust and mistrust, corrosive like fresh rust
Clothes plush and iced up but they moving like quick thrusts
Ain't no time to rest 'cause if they do they get roughed up
It's the draft then war get's sketchy, that's the picture they show us

Booze bludgeoned Bettys birth bruised blackened body politics
Watching bonds come to life like the quantum of physics
Double dealing and duplicity, debauchery's a given
Giving life to limit living as  puppetual infants
Potential infinite but told they equal half of less
Internalize and spit it out then life becomes what they confess
And manifests, a man infested by the wounded fleshy dress
A killer of another through a God refined and used to bless

Don't live your life over love, go

You mussy insane, fe take somebody's life
Bloodshed in vain, you no ramp fe line up you sites
Your trigger finga burnin' so hellfire a go bun
You own di lane like Usain but a blood you a run aye
How you a go murder you bredda
Fada God no tell unu fe love one anada
De devil won't retreat if a God you a fight
You a work fi di beast, you na live inna di light

Don't live your life for the love of Gold

Mama is gonna cry, daddy is gonna cry
When they find you crucified by the thug life
Wipe away mama's tears, cast away your burden still
Leave it behind you, leave it behind you
The love of God, the love of God

Gold, gold, gold, gold,
Gold, gold, gold, gold

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