Money Game, Pt. 3

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Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy, 
One years old than his first words were my, my gimme,
Two years old, he was walking, three years old, walking quickly, 
Four years old, he was running around the pavements of his city, 
Five years old, and his daddy told him, listen here son, you've got to learn to be a man,
A man he works for what he wants, 
Six years old, and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch,
And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one, 
Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades,
Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame,
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascends and ascends, his daddy tells him, son, money is the means to all ends 
14 solving complex mathematic equations, at 15, IQ 150, still elevating,
16 he develops complex software code that detects weaknesses in cyber security protocol,

17, and he sells his vision, keeping the share, not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire,
18, and his daddy tells him now you're a man the world don't give a damn about you, 
So take all that you can,
19, he turns a profit, stocks and shares, invest in product 
20, double down deposit 21, his income rockets, 
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth, if you manipulate the data, then the lie will sell itself,
23,a life of luxury Cristal and cocaine,
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name, 
25, and his daddy told him, listen here, son, while you're sitting in the palace, that don't mean that you won, 
26,  his business shifts, he switches business to arms. 
He's 27, dealing nuclear shells in Iran,
28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat,
He's 29, roll of counsel in the president suite, 
And now he's 30, his daddy says, you're losing the race, you're just a servant to the king, not even in second place, 
31, a big manoeuvre for his daddy's approval, moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba,
32, moving grams, growing kilo to tonnes,
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns, 
34, turf war with nobody to stop it, blind eye from the Popo inside of his pocket. 

35, he gets a call, I'm sorry, son, it's your father, had a heart attack, I'm sorry, he's gone, 36, getting pissed up abusing this product,
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic,
38, with a prostitute, a moment of passion, heating up the silver spoon and then chasing the dragon,
39, getting reckless and hungry for power, daddy's words still driving him to kill him and devour,
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed, they retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward,
A bullet buried in his vertebrae, one in his leg, the doctor sighs and says, I don't think he'll be walking again - f*ck. 

Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy,
He was 40 and he cursed the words my, my gimme, 
41, he wasn't walking, 42, not walking quickly, 43, never running round the pavement of his city,
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold, but those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves,
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life, 
Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free, 
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need,
And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him, and it's a version of she, and it's a version of you,
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic, f*ck the money in fame, 
cut the music. 

This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines, We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide, truth is less important than the money that we design?
Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas,
Did I mention, bored is an invention, law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other,
My solution? Everything is subject to change, we could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains, 
If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd, if there's more money for meat, 
Then there's no future I see where the humans survive, we're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal mines,
Mould will grow upon the surface, then consumes till it dies, and our fate could be the same without this story to the wise 
45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair, 
He's been drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame,
Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 calibre aimed at his brain
45, a fitting number because his age is the same,
Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame. 
Then he presses on the trigger of a money game.

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