Love these lyrics: God help me out here, cause I'm posessed I need the root of all evil for my stress Cause money's like a stong prescription drug, it's got me addicted to the pleasure and the pain it inflicted Somethin bout the paper wit the pictures of the president's, head Damn, it's like a motherf**kin plague that spread It's epidemic; forgotten, forgotten it got worse I keep my head on straight, makin money cause it's cursed Makin ...
[FONT=Verdana][SIZE=5][SIZE=2]With all this extra stressin The question I wonder is after death, after my last breath When will I finaly get to rest? Through this supression they punish the people that's askin questions And those that possess, steal from the ones without possesions The message I stress: to make it stop study your lessons Don't settle for less - even the genius asks-es questions Be grateful for blessings Don't ever change, keep your ...