From the recording Outta The Box: the LP Album (2017)
Lyrics
they say
the love of the dough
it can slow how you grow
trick you into feeling like
your thoughts you don't know
and so this life's not a show
gotta pay what we owe
to live the rich life
we must give to the poor
Poverty is no joke
And the streets are deadly
Real recognize real
This is heavy
You may not think I understand
Or got a clue
But I can feel it
I've been in it before too
There's only one way out
The rest are all traps
They look good like a
Mouse to a hungry cat
And every cat's gotta eat
So we can be his meal
Or escape, time to choose
What's your technique
Loving the dollars is
Just tricking for a pimp
Called LACK
Putting a limp in the walk
of your passion
The question is asked inside
Will they remember how I live
By what I take
Or what I give
they say
the love of the dough
it can slow how you grow
trick you into feeling like
your thoughts you don't know
and so this life's not a show
gotta pay what we owe
to live the rich life
we must give to the poor