Green with Envy
I was mugged heading home by a poor-man, ready to take life for-ten; he was holding his glock,
"Is this what you want, my cash w/ your gun? Look at the way you’re molding this block.."
"We got kids with a life ahead, how’re you going to tell you wife your dead?" He stayed sound,
I lowered my sleeve to his throat, surrounded around this moat, in his flesh was the blade found..
I was ready to show these people, money is the root to evil, I’m ready to end this place,
I won’t go down as a hero, ready to put this city’s population to a zero; a man ready to fend his race.
I thought of a way to assemble, ways to get in their mental, get them all in one spot,
I'll spread the word of some free cash, stock up on some cheap gas, smiled and reassured myself, ''some plot..''
I stocked up on the anthrax, loaded all that I can pack, removed my whole life saving,
I told the people "free money at ten, it’ll fall from the sky" that’s when, it’ll drive cravings..
Hired a trusty pilot, I told’em he must be quiet.. on the run-way I covered that face,
Threw him to the floor then, proved how easy it was to lore him, "money got you here" as he smothered, sat laced..
In the bag was about ten gees, I was just about ready to mend peace, flew over the spot,
Dumped the cash from the plane, watched it splash over the lanes, they didn’t think this new odor would drop..
They cheered picking the cash, smoking their cigarettes, flicking the ash; Beginning to feel weak,
Over-looking the streets, internally cooking these weaks, I put them in for a real treat..
The money rubbed their flesh, they adored it till none were left, the city was quiet,
They all suffered for paper, gave their lives for manual labor, how could these bills cause riot?
Finally I touched down, heard someone moaning a rough sound, "On society you're just a cheap stain,"
Holding my gas mask, I threw a match in the vast cash, ''You all finally got to meet Bane..''
