Cash, Money, Demons

Pocket full of dreams, stitched with regret,

Walkin’ down alleys where the shadows collect.

Devil at the corner, grin made of gold,

Voice cold, promises bold—he said, "What you hold?"

Empty hands, but ambition too loud,

He offered a crown, wrapped in a black cloud.

Said, "Sign here, blood ink, no pen,

You’ll feast with kings, but starve in the end."

Cash money demons, they dance in my mind,

Riches so heavy, my soul's left behind.

I bought the whole world, but I’m trapped in a cage,

Paper burns fast, fuelin’ my rage.

Mansions and Ferraris, fake smiles on the lawn,

Lavish on the surface, but the spirit is gone.

Mirrors in the hallways, they don’t show my face,

Only horns and a shadow, no human trace.

Gold chains choke, but the shine still blind,

Every clock ticks louder, I’m runnin’ out of time.

Deals ain’t fair, fine print in the dark,

He lit the contract with a sulfur spark.

Every dollar got a scream, hear it late at night,

Laughter in the corners, they don’t need no light.

Counting bills, but the numbers don’t add,

Wealth turned poison, the math went mad.