Filthy Cash Money

Filthy cash money

Stains hands bloodied

From the menage game:

Gain. Stack. Churn.

Watch as morals burn

Holes in veins

Then stash cash in falsely named

Offshore estates.

The flies buzz round

As the stench rises

Causing a crisis

While naive money lovers

Hunger for inflated interest 

Free loans

Secured on homes

Where fiecies dipped papers

Can camouflage in designer pieces.

Children starve.

While nuclear arms

Bomb their houses.

A trillion dead Queens

And Presidents

Exchange hands

For a mother's sons life

On the oil-mine

Fighting on the front line

To secure more filthy

Cash, money

Brother!

Why suffer when the 

Squillar

Is in conflict diamonds

To drip off necks

And fingers

Not just of rap singers

But Hilton's daughters

In Senators quarters

Innocent women slaughtered

When caught with a diamond

In their love storage

Cavity search gets it back

Into the wrong hands

And forced entry to

Their vaginal tract.

That'll earn 'em!

But husbands will spurn them

Sell mothers and daughters 

Into Whiteman slavery

Won't put much food with his gravy.

The pimp will eat high off the hog

Though.

As he forces women to

Shake their ass to

Save his soul

Dirty.  Sexy.  Gold.

Gets sold, brought with filthy cash

Crisp, clean notes

In Gucci totes

To fund the airline industry.

Fly a mual in

Wait, while he passes out

The sin within

A latex skin

Get two kilos in

Street value

Two million  

Plus, a private jet

Better yet

A condo in Barbados

And a private education

At Eton

Or Harvard.

Old money escapes prisons

Flossin'

As a thirty storey glass building

Home to the hedge fund division,

Honey.

Washing and rinsing

Filthy. Cash. Money.