Xpression.v2

Wallet Man (11/26/2005)

You sit there and talk without a single shred of evidence
I sit and respond without a single trace of hesitance
The whole damn precedence on which you have built this
Came to a fall when somebody else milked it
And used you for your money and tag and nothing power
They were pissing people off and doing it by the hour
Your cash can be a flower or grow upon your trees
But these words behold the power that is sown down into me
And so now I’m interest free with nothing left to pay you
I won’t get on my knees, there’s a million to replace you
I’m ready willing to face you, but you won’t accept the facts
That the people all around you will never have your back
Cause to them you’re just a wallet and some hardware there to use
You could have sandals in the snow, but they wouldn’t lend you shoes
They’ll let you turn all blue just as long as you keep paying
For the fun they love to have and the cash they all are saving

Little kids, never changing, but you’re too blind to see
The perfection is the tree where you play your hide and seek
Hidden from the world until you fucking get off
Stroking at your power until the bomb has set off
But I refuse to head off until I get out what I must
It’s like a fucking head rush, this shit must be my lust
Laying out the facts that you never comprehended
Then watching you get mad as you up and try to end it
But my very final sentence was stronger than your first
The ones there in the middle had also made you hurt
I’ll be kicking up the dirt just to making my fucking point
Ready kids? Observe how I make this kid annoyed

Notes: I tried to be nice and civil, but he had to do things the hard way. Okay with people making you look like an ass? So be it. Allow me to join in.

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