Burn Money is a deep look into the economic climate of the early 2010's. The song poses questions regarding the ulterior motives of money and those in power.
lyrics
Spoken: (I always wondered what the eye at the top of the pyramid meant,
but now I know it's just the elite watchin' us from above. Tell em Geoff.)
They're watching us all, they want us to fall
It's fourth down and they're all praying we drop the ball
Cuz the conversion would cause turbulence for the plan that they got,
but this is out planet, like it or not.
If you love money, stop. It's just like smoking rocks
In addiction that in the end will get us all popped
and I'm not tryna drop knowledge, I never went to college.
Didn't have the money if I didnt I wouldn't bother.
Degrees are meaningless, minor achievements we display
to get through the day while we work our lives away.
They got us trading in our hours for a handful of dollars
like there's any guarantee that we'll even see tomorrow.
And we've about had it up to our necks with this lack of respect
no me, no you, no us who's left to cash your checks
Seems like dollars just don't make sense,
time to ignite the bonfire. Shall we commence?
Hierarchies swirling at the burden of the meager I see
freedom marching in, sweeping leaders off their feet.
And time is unfurling, silver spoon elitist. People sing it
"god end the greed and burn away money."
Yeah, even presidents of college teams all go for green.
Prioritize the dreams of BCS before legit degrees.
While they assemble groups of teens that'll play the game for free.
Get 'em cleated up and beat 'em up like slaves to the machine.
Or the NBA gets locked away cuz owners disagree.
Over which estate they'll grab today, while fans acknowledge C.R.E.A.M.
Yeah the players wanna play. Man, we followed all their tweets.
But David Stern just pointed back and told 'em not to speak.
On the real. I mean get serious. Pete's sake Jesus.
material currency. pffft, keepsake grievance.
Happiness my ass, this cash ain't leavin'.
I'm bein' "Super Cereal". A truth of inconvenience.
So if you feel concerned about the state of entertainment.
Just take the picture out the frame, and recognize it's tainted.
Forget the shit they painted, while you layin' there sedated.
They keep that paper safely outta reach. So never pay it.
Chorus
Tears run in, the daylights dim, the sea is gettin' stormy.
Steer and spin, at wasted limbs as deep as pits of quarries.
I'm peerin' in, my faith is slim in money we're adoring.
Fearin' this for years the future's grim, my heroes warned me
No wonder those outside are homes, with stinted paths so gory.
Are parishing from HIV and lucky to see forty.
I'm wearin' what they made me for a quarter, where's the glory?
Hopin' when I'm dead and gone that someone's there to mourn me.
This fleet of greedy steered elites is steeped in leaky boarding.
Seem to lead our absent thinking, t.v., beer and sporting.
The government and one percent keep holding what they're hoarding.
So don't be weak, my people speak, let's bleed them off their moorings.
What's created? Who is aided, who will tell my story?
Cuz all I have to build upon is yesterdays before me.
The quarantine is stacked in isolation, mandatory.
Anarchy is back today, embrace it, come support me.
Chorus
credits
from Mandatory Quarantine,
released April 21, 2012
Benjamin David Kerns, Geoff Niesen, Emily George
Beat by Anno Domini Beats
Killer West Coast hip-hop entirely produced by Georgia Anne Muldrow, with features from E-40, Del the Funky Homosapien & more. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 4, 2024
