Money the 21st century religion

Lot of followers, giving Jesus a run for his money

No lies, it tastes better than honey

Grow cold but it's sunny

Staring at bums in different shapes at the seaside

Rayban with a short and a slim joint

But the emptiness still comes from within

The dreams I felt money will fulfill

Grinding through the years for a better life

Coming at costs my huge balance can't afford

Late nights, early morning, it's all the same feeling

Houses without ceilings, we thought sky was the limit

But it's just the starting point

The more you make, the more you want

What's the point

Felt better when women ruled the world

Cos money now having us on a chokehold

Wealth comes at a price, paying till your breath cold

A slave to money, one thing I'll never be

I enjoy my freedom, I feel like I'm the only fish in this ocean full of sharks

It stanks, morality lost over a couple of bands

Moral compass lost, in a country which GPS doesn't work

Headless with no direction

But of course they can pay their next bill, in their lane, they're kings

Many looking up to them for their next meal

Loud and brazen with illegal means

Top figures that we have kids looking up to

Honest living walking with their head down

Beat them, or you join them

But it's more of the latter

What you doing is the eightth wonder

You obviously got mouth to feed

They keep asking why the youngings are ahead of you

Why you lagging, the hustle needs some doubling

No food for a lazy man, cos where's the proof you're working

In the club they popping

In the lounge they dripping

Downgrade to a bar, and they still clear tables of strangers they never speak with

Even in church, with money you'd be a deacon

It's only a couple of years ago

All swagged up for early morning Sunday service

I bet this pastor was also in a wonderful feeling

Having just being announced the previous day he got the front seat

A day of pride, bright lights with his family watching on the side

What he didn't picture was the election around the corner

Dignitaries shutting down churches harder than Burna in the London stadium

The entourage coming in, with whispers to the senior pastor

The pressure starts mounting

A MSN front three, who then am I dropping

What's family to a man who's want his pocket dripping?

A pawn for the greater good

A spice for another food

An axe for a bigger wood

Moral on the sidelines while money rules

Tradition, culture and religion, all wanna be in money's good books

A nigeria's best selling book

Losing distraction with my ebook

Wise grow old, so do fools