You want to control us
That's how you made us revolutionists
You want us to be silent
And not to be raising our fists
You successfully controlled people before
But you can't control us
We don't fall for your tricks
You're not someone we can trust
For you it's only important
How much money we make
You'd never care about
How our hearts ache
We hurt ourselves
Until we bleed
Cause you control us
To the point that we can't breathe
In your world
It's okay to take drugs
Except if you're not rich
Your opinion on this sucks
In your opinion
Drinking is fine
But not if it's cheap beer
Only if it's expensive wine
High Society could buy themselves out of jail
To fuck whoever they want
While innocent poor people can't
You blame them for everything
Instead of giving them a place to go
Cause for you that type of "high society"
Is too low
As long as they don't make millions of dollars
You torture them
Cause the ring they wear
Doesn't have one single gem
But believe it or not, they don't choose to live this life
So help them at least a little bit
Instead of stabbing them with your diamond knife.
This poem is all about money. Money and how much it is worth, money and how it affects society, money and those who have it or don't have it. And the problems that come with and without the money.