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Array ( [sid] => 21841 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => The Almighty Dollar [time] => 2003-08-13 07:05:00 [hometext] => Sorry, if you dont like rap probably not a good one for you, but theres no cursing, or **** out words. Just a taste of a song i worte, so tell me what you think please.... [bodytext] => life what a hell of game,
everybody being bought sold judged by he brand name. its a shame, to have life owned by money, but its true, its hard and this ***** aint funny. like have you ever felt the power of a dollar, work all day to hear the forman holler, trained to stop like yous a dog with a coller. Work till yer fingers hurt raw to the bone, makin the money but a small percent comes home, got nothin left to do but moan and groan, ***** and complain, this ***** sucks and it aint no game, my bones ache and my heart breaks, the earth is twizted and my life shakes, my knees quiver and quake, i was barely getiin by and then they raised the stakes, i cant get a fair shake, im bound to get irrate, the blood and sweat has our clothes stained, i cant get by on what i have its sad, too bad, but we're trained to behave and take our pains of fate to the grave. made us all slaves and we take the money pains to the grave...grant it we got high aims, but were slaves trained to behave not excellerate, gonna take my pain to the grave, caint get by when yer a slave, cant get out when yer a slave, we've been weiged messured made, i cant get by on the blue coller dog coller wage, im in a rage, this ***** comunist me and the garbageman make the same wage... [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 34 [informant] => Private [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
The Almighty Dollar

Contributed by Private on Wednesday, 13th August 2003 @ 07:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic: SongLyrics



life what a hell of game,
everybody being bought sold judged by he brand name. its a shame, to have life owned by money, but its true, its hard and this ***** aint funny. like have you ever felt the power of a dollar, work all day to hear the forman holler, trained to stop like yous a dog with a coller. Work till yer fingers hurt raw to the bone, makin the money but a small percent comes home, got nothin left to do but moan and groan, ***** and complain, this ***** sucks and it aint no game, my bones ache and my heart breaks, the earth is twizted and my life shakes, my knees quiver and quake, i was barely getiin by and then they raised the stakes, i cant get a fair shake, im bound to get irrate, the blood and sweat has our clothes stained, i cant get by on what i have its sad, too bad, but we're trained to behave and take our pains of fate to the grave. made us all slaves and we take the money pains to the grave...grant it we got high aims, but were slaves trained to behave not excellerate, gonna take my pain to the grave, caint get by when yer a slave, cant get out when yer a slave, we've been weiged messured made, i cant get by on the blue coller dog coller wage, im in a rage, this ***** comunist me and the garbageman make the same wage...




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Re: The Almighty Dollar (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 13th August 2003 @ 09:25:03 AM AEST
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I do like some rap and I enjoy how you put this together and on the subject that you used its so very true.Well done.
Michelle


Re: The Almighty Dollar (User Rating: 1 )
by Private on Sunday, 17th August 2003 @ 12:35:41 AM AEST
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thank you michelle, your input is appreciated




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