I'm cool. I'm lookin after myself As I would never place wealth before my spirit I fear it's unhealthy, the devil creep around you so stealthy stealthy Til ya get bold, rush the gold an before ya time is over Ya soul is sold, where's it gettin ya? Competition start swearin ya, goldiggers setting you up Soon be forgetting your existence Do ya need a for instance? I hafta admit admire your persistence in stickin to a game plan That brings ya pain man And at the end of the day nothin is gained Listen to the voice within. I'll see ya later Pay heed to the grand oral disseminator..