Dinner with a Friend (What Was Thought)

Unless you were born luckily
Into money
Just expect to go home hungry
And wanting  

Until the day you wake up old,  
Broke and broken  
And then you croak  
 
Then all that money you put into the pot  
Filters into someone else's lot  
How immortal do you think your heart is  
When it gives out at 80  
After you never FUCKING lived  
 
I imagine when I die all my money will be absorbed  
I won't care I'll be dead  
But to the living  
It must be horror  
 
To see as friends succumb  
To a fate  
So numb  
 
And the greed in the eyes  
Misted in those meant for a prize  
Family banks debt collectors down to the fuckin funeral man  
I think the shit hits them like a brick  
They fucking lied about time and sand  
 
An earthquake more like...  
 
Its not alive where hell starts to look like a dream  
It is the nightmare of death that looms over your screams  
 
So fuck it  
 
I work hard now but I don't line nobody's pocket  
I got own ways to gain, supply, ship it, and dock it  
And you might think I'm stupid  
Sweating all over your new porsch  
After fixing my own pipes and redoing my own porch  
 
Yeah I wasted my money  
Paying off my debts  
Owing not a cent out of a single muthafuckin paycheck  
 
And no I'm not done here  
No I wont slow my role  
Not until I'm done working  
So I don't have to do so  
 
...And still be in one piece  
Haha  
Get it?  
Because if I retire when they want me to I won't last a MF second.  
 
This place fuckin sucks, I'm out!