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Dolla dolla, Kill...

It's that green...money I mean
that spreads the evil scene
folks willin' to do anythin...'

"Hey mista for a dolla I'll sing
do dat 'mic check'  on yo thang"
as she  gives her 'lowered by life' lean
psst, know whada mean?

It's such an evil inspired kinda green
see two frail figures fightin'...  dope fiends
temptation's five dollas make 'em scream
searchin' for the escape in  'ecstasy's illusionary beam'
yielding bad results... from body, the  blood streams

He came on headstrong... head long
into that game of life, chosen wrong
the path he walked for finanicial gain
'slick quickies' in cars n'  sleazy bars
fouled 'shame aways'  brought immense pain
starin' in the mirror with a  fist full of green
money can  get him everything... but his dream


Folks'll  keep doin'
whatever to attain that green,
this is simply a forewarn to ya'll
just what  it mean
to trade a soul...

doin' anything may get you more green
but see how long you survive life's   pain
for that coveted 'dirty green'
as it births more  evil than one's ever seen...

Written by Poetikmind (_---_)
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