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We love money, we hate money, we need money....

If you won a million dollars what would you do with the money?

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(not my real entry but this reminded me of an old sad Eminem song. he did have good ideas and emotions. people just judged him for his shitty humor and anger)

(Explicit)
If I had a million bucks
it wouldn't be enough, because I'd still be out
robbing armored trucks
If I had one wish
I would ask for a big enough ass for the whole world to kiss

I'm tired of being white trash, broke and always poor
Tired of taking pop bottles back to the party store
I'm tired of not having a phone
Tired of not having a home to have one in if I did have it on
Tired of not driving a BM
Tired of not working at GM, tired of wanting to be him
Tired of not sleeping without a Tylenol PM
Tired of not performing in a packed coliseum
Tired of not being on tour
Tired of fucking the same blonde whore after work
in the back of a Contour
I'm tired of faking knots with a stack of ones
Having a lack of funds and resorting back to guns
Tired of being stared at
I'm tired of wearing the same damn Nike Air hat

I'd pay to play with you,
To have your legs splayed
And have an intimate foray.
But then I'd pay to slay you,
Have you cut in two
And display you.
Then I'd cruise and drive through,
Treat myself to what's due.
A drive by,
In my sweet new ride-
A slick red Chevelle from '75.
I'll blow up everyone's mind
With my brand new glock nine.
You 'crack-whores' and 'G'd' up thugs'
lives are mine,
The time for you to meet your judge is prime.

love this!!! Love Eminem

Shit I remember having memories of when me and my family all ate together.
That was it we were family for worse and for better.
Ma when ya
set the
kitchen table
me and my bro helped out every chance we were able,
but mostly we sat and got pied off smoke watchin daytime cable.
It seemed to pay off for a minute shit seemed pretty stable,
but take a look what you see, a broke mc aptly fucking named lil daego.
Look at me
I never used to be this skinny
I used to afford to look like ceelow plus biggie.
I used to eat a lot of meat
now im a vegan livin on the street.
Now I got you feelin me and my place that I aint got to sleep.
In this old kitchens still where I smoke
sitting bitching cause I'm broke
knowing life to be that dirty bitch
and that merciless, expensive ho
leave me penniless as far as expenses go.
This is the story as it goes as you don't know; real life actor,
cracked plaster,
escape from this dying fate run faster.
Black and white backdrop the way he sees because he's clinically depressed.
Hes a fucking young prodigy could have been a genius.
Instead he's reckless
Instead he lives like a fucking vagrant on the streets with his own mother, goddamn it does he feel blessed.
Only fourteen blasts his tolerance to the test
in every way stressed
so he taketh up the ses
yet still smarter than to fall into shit like the meth
but the world looks at him the same either way
so whos to really say?
Thats just one aspect
so the kids rethink their tactics
go out get trashed fuckin car smashed and their ass kicked
fuck school if I graduate
child support stops then we all losing weight
fucked either way in every facet that is the youths fate
some people drag around his name
some people place him to all the blame
but aint nobody understand the place from which he came
crack addicts, bad habits,
led paint, cockroaches, and guns up under the mattress
ten years trapped in the back seat
of a fucking lincoln without even a bite to eat
even if he could put it away
with all the crack smoke in the air theres no way it would stay
that was his childhood in this fucking lincoln
stuck thinking
no electricity no water so left stinking
eyes so tired cant stop blinking
no chance of sleeping
to much chemicals in the air plus he cant stop dreaming
nightmarish thoughts
you would too if you grew up with a dad who fought
get home sleep for only three fucking hours
show up in the sixth grade still stinking from the crack filled weekend no showers
they cant take these memories away they belongs to us for strength, like mental super powers
that's one thing they can never take away, they'll always be ours

Not quite sure if this qualifies but it outlines how others use your money to make your life less comfortable , basically how we pay for our own discomfort with no real choice .



Fat Cats  With Laxatives      (SP Summerscales)

Big hats
fat cats
overpaid
and over-rated
bad banks
broken laws
extra tax
for their failures .


Closed doors
loans no more
cash injections
for their managers
still tall
with the gaul
to object , reject
de-rail you .


Big faced
greedy eyed
in disgrace
with wallets lined
their fat fingers
tinker , linger
with the money
they take from you .


Sky scraping
saviour , havens
time wasting
half baked , brained schemes
lying fake
pensions big rake
then they take
all your savings .


Expenses scams
double properties
the working man
pays for all of it
parliament , politicians
break the laws
that they invented
we abhore
the implemented
lack of public , funding , spending
closing doors
on good health schemes
and the poor
with pure olympics .


Governmental , coalitious
argumentative , avaricious
so repetitive
full of bullshit
eating laxatives
as they spew it
no insentives
to stop bankers
wanking in their
mansion houses
without gumption  
to not sting
the working man
or fix anything .


 

What’s Left Of A Million


I daresay a million, dollars to me,
Is not the amount up front, that you see;
The tax rate on that in our Promised Land
Is 39.6 percent, for Ol’ Uncle Sam.

So once you’ve been raped by the IRS,
You’re left with $631-Grand, at best.
Then there’s my daughter’s looming college costs
Of another $180,000, lost.

Now there’s only $450-Grand left—
Spend it quick, or they’ll tax you again
If it carries over to the next calendar year;
You’ll get nailed on interest-income, my dear.

Let’s say I pay off my house with some of that;
I’ve now just slashed the $450-Grand, in half,
For a remaining total of 225,
Thousand dollars on which to thrive.

If I put it in my tax-deferred pension,
I can’t touch it ‘til I retire, I must mention,
So the best thing to do with what’s left, I know,
Is to down-pay the cost of my daughter’s home

Which she’ll need after college, a place to live—
I’d give her a better start than my own parents did
For me, when they bailed on me financially,
And my everything was paid for entirely by me.

So now it’s all gone and accounted for,
The million, is spent and it is no more.
I might as well keep working for the rest of my days,
For there’s always something else you need money to pay.

I would buy me some land out in the holler
Hopefull ill be smart and stretch every dollar

Money buys everything, even happy comes in a meal.
Comfort is a pill, just pop 2 and tell me how you feel.
Happiness is nothing but a chemical reaction in your brain,
Your body's way of keeping you from going insane.
Money will buy a lifetime of happiness filled withh hi's and ho's
Being broke means dealing with a lifetime of highs and lows
Its all bullsht anyway, because someday my heart will stop
And it won't matter how happy I was or how much money I got
But they'll damn sure remember all the happiness my money would've bought!

                                               Lost in paper
                                               tempted greed
                                               seeds of envy
                                               lots of money
                                               my hands could feed
                                               never had nothing
                                               so this is new to me
                                               Maserati                  
                                               Diamonds
                                               Trips
                                               Furs maybe
                                               money comes
                                               money goes
                                               It could be a blessing
                                               but a Devils card to some,
                                               I would use it wisely
                                               and give some away
                                               stash for a rainy day
                                               Because you will be left with none
                                               Now extend your hand
                                               here is your share of the lump sum.  
       

for the guise of wall street
and for the angst of Sagazan

business culture
western altar
something primal
lies low in rote

the yokufuka hides within
unseen with sateless eyes

and souls have drowned in swept green blood
to find a haven high
neglected soul can't be untold
to live so it must die
as hunger grows upon itself
a creature's given rise

the yokufuka trickster knows
just hunger in it's eyes

Here's my serious poeum entry~

Life's a bitch & so is monknee so give dat sheet away

If I wun a million buks I'd give it awl away. Fuk monknee before monknee fuks you.
Think of awl da peeple you'd fuk over bye given' 'em awl those free buks. Butt if dat's whut they want,
it ain't your fault. Youse given' 'em what they want.