Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy 1 years old and his first words were mine mine gimmie 2 years old he was walking 3 years old walking quickly 4 years old he was running round the pavements of the city 5 years old and his daddy told him listen here son You Gota learn to be a man a man he works for what he wants 6 years old and he’s reading, writing top of the bunch And when he’s 7 his progression made him student number 1 8 years old and he’s praised for unusual grades 9 his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame 10 11 12 13 he ascends and ascends His daddy tells him son Money is the means to all ends 14 solving complex mathematic equations 15 I. Q one hundred and fifty still elevating 16 he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols 17 and he sells vision keeping a share Not yet an adult but he's practically a millionaire 18 and his daddy tells him now your a man This world don't give a damn about you so take all that you can 19 he turns a profit stocks and shares invest in product 20 double down deposits 21 his income rockets 22 he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data then a lie will sell itself 23 a life of luxury crystal and cocaine 24 he made the Forbes list they're applauding his name 25 and his daddy tells him listen here son While ur sitting in ur Palace it that don't mean that you won 26 a business shift he switches business to arms 27 dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28 inside the sennet money bought him a seat 29 a role of council in the president sweet Now he’s 30 and his daddy says your loosing the race Your just a servant to the king not even in second place 31 A big manoeuvre for his daddy’s approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32 moving grams growing kilos to tonnes 33 filling warehouses with powder and guns 34 Turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the Po-Po inside of his pocket 35, and he gets a call, I'm sorry son But its your father, had a heart attack I'm sorry he’s gone 36, getting pissed and abusing his product 37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38, with a prostitute a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39, Getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy’s words still driving him to kill and devour Makes a move against the cartel but the strategies flawed They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward A bullet buried in the vertebra and one in the leg The doctor sighs and says I don’t think you’ll be walking again Let me tell you a story about a boy named jimmy He was 40 and he cursed the words mine mine gimme 41 he wasn’t walking 42, not walking quickly 43 never running round the pavement of his city 44 inside his palace with a mountain of gold But the riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold A Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls But jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free Put your hand inside the cookie jar take more than you need And his is example is exaggerated versions of me And its a version of him and its a version of she And its a version you there’s no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic fuck the money and fame Cut the music This ain’t entertainment, this is real life The way we live is lunacy, community it declines Hyperpolerised - always fighting then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we designed? Moneys an invention, politics from our invention They all come from peoples ideas Did I mention Borders our invention Law and order fuel the tension That leads to people killing each other? My solution Everything is subject to change We can builds utopias if individuals are taught to use there’s brains But if we teach kids in school to always be sheep And put ourselves before the heard if there’s more money for me Then there’s no future I see, where the humans survive Were parasites in side a petridish With cannibal minds Mould grows upon a surface it consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same, so here’s a story for the wise 45 Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheel chair, drinking again Everything he wants he has fortune and fame He’s a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a 45 calibre aimed at his brain 45 a fitting number cause his age is same Hears the words of his father; ‘such a damn shame’ Then he presses on the trigger of a Money Game