[Verse 1]
This will keep monsters at bay
This will keep monsters away
When it come to soul understand saying isn’t gonna play
Doing what you can’t stand isn’t okay
Shirking on your self worth isn’t gon’ work
But you worry ‘bout your wallet then you’ve gotta go to work
Let me do you all a solace in silence and observe
How to make it stop, drop a bit of knowledge that I’ve learned
Money’s not real, money’s not love
Money’s not clothes, money’s not meals, that’s not dead
Deep inside you feel it in your chest
But you ain’t never had the faith to put it to the test
You’re afraid, you’d rather be a slave
You’re scared to move on to another stage
You just waking up to make some wage
You think somehow it’s gon’ keep you safe, unscathed
Yeah right, but tryna bribe the stars that realigns
Become a way of life, it take a rare type
To recognise that theory isn’t really airtight
Money versus destiny is not a fair fight
People think that billionaires are living better lives
You could be a billionaire and wake up paralysed
You could be a charismatic pauper
And get into everything this planet has to offer
If you weren’t filled with so much doubt
You’d see you could pay for everyone and never run out
You’d see you could pay for everything and always have more
All this saving for a rainy day is just a trapdoor
Tryna take you out the present
You’re happy and you’re healthy, then you’ll never be a peasant
We hold these truths that be self evident
You can’t squeeze no life out dead presidents
The illusion of control is on a roll
Make yourself miserable and you’ll avoid this
Make yourself miserable and you can have that
Make other people miserable, pay off all the principal
Distracted from everything that you’re passionate about
Burning crashin’ for the cash in your account
No wonder when you’re off clock all you do is sit on the couch
You’ve been suckered into buggin’ out, you’re tuckered out
Chasing dreams is not a part time gig
You can have a hard time kid
You gon’ value life less, your’s and other’s
You won’t see right and wrong, all you’ll see is numbers
You’ll be for sale, bottom line is all a lie if you’re convinced
No telling the horrors that you’ll commit
If you ain’t doing what you’re doing for God
You’ll do anything, be like I’m just doing my job
That is one hell of an excuse
Don’t give help get loot, that’s when all hell breaks loose
Society of people bent on bringing home checks
Society of people tryna save they own necks
Running in place, they’ll never reach the next leg
Tryna lay a nest egg
Oh what you expect? The whole concept of paper
Is sacrifice the now for the later
But there’s something greater
You don’t need to have a trust fund, trust fun trust the creator
I just want you to know
Money doesn’t help you play in the snow
The real challenge is achieve real balance
That’s a balance that can never be low