Trust no more, trust no one. Money is evil.

Yeah.

Paper-made plague.

Profit prophet.

Watch how a number becomes a god and a god becomes a market.

Baby in a bassinet, breath in the chest,

Blessed with a pulse and a limitless quest,

Then the world put a price on the side of the crib,

Stamped a barcode strip right onto the rib.

Grow with a glow but the glow gets dim,

When the worth of a soul gets reduced to a sim.

Kid with a sketchpad, paint on the hand,

Ends in a cubicle trading his plans.

Friendship fracture, loyalty leaks,

Handshake weak when the cash flow peaks.

Backroom pact with a platinum grin,

"How much?" replaces "How have you been?"

Pastors pass plates under gold leaf roofs,

Politicians sell truth with rehearsed aloofness.

Doctors code pain, lawyers bill grief,

Newsfeeds package panic for sponsored relief.

Teachers get crumbs while the hedge funds feast,

Bankers eat kings while the workers lease.

Oil drills deep while the old trees fall,

Money started as a tool, now it rules it all.

Money make mercy mutate,

Love gets leveraged and the trust gets traded.

Money make saints go feral,

Halo to a barcode, soul to a serial.

Paper, plastic, crypto, code,

Everybody draggin' an invisible load.

Stack it sky-high till the spirit feels small,

Money don't just tempt—it corrupts all.

Click-click, tick-tick, numbers ricochet,

Mothers miss birthdays working through the day.

Brothers split blood over deeds and dirt,

Inheritance turns family into hurt.

Artists with heart get caught in the stream,

Forced to optimize every ounce of the dream.

Rappers preach freedom through branded campaigns,

Selling rebellion with affiliate links and chains.

Love gets rated by carrot and cut,

Commitment measured by the cost of the stuff.

Kids learn likes equal personal worth,

Screens turn self into market research.

Ocean gets choked for a quarterly beat,

Mountains explode for a balance-sheet sheet.

Species vanish with a boardroom shrug,

Earth gets mined till the roots unplug.

Fast cash flash but the aftermath bites,

Gold-plated cages still lock at night.

What good is a vault with a trillion tall

If the heart went hollow in acquiring all?

Get it, flip it, ship it, strip it,

Mint it, print it, pin it, grip it,

Count it, mount it, flaunt it, crown it,

Lose your name and never found it.

Buy it, hide it, hedge it, spread it,

Sell your peace and call it credit.

Win the world, then stall and fall—

Tiny paper, giant wall.

Money make nations break,

Faith gets faked and the morals shake.

Paper over patience, gold over grace,

Everybody sprinting in a circular race.

Run till the lungs and the luck both stall,

Gravestone whisper: "Couldn't keep it all."

Stacked to the heavens, soul went small—

Money starts as a servant, then corrupts all.

Trust no body

Trust no one

Love is dead

Youre in it on your own.

Trust no body

Nobody cares.

They really dont give a fuck about you.