Don't let money change you

This is a story of a kid, his name is Cisko

Who made more money than the Count of Monte Cristo

He lived a lavish style of life, fast money, women, cars

And he liked to frequent bars, pubs, and discos

Made his living as a world famous rap star

When he first started mic, respect's what he was after

And so he got inside his mind, day and night, and he'd write

Constantly, his art and craft, he'd try to master

Started winning local battles and his rep grew

Gave his crew a reputation as the best crew

And what life would do to him, all the cards that was hard

Pen and pad, stress relief would be his refuge

Paid his dues, doing shows, now he's on track

In the lab, pumping demos, making songs fat

Then he quit his nine to five, finally, his time arrived

When he signed a major label record contract

Don't let money change you

His first single was an overnight success hit

And now he went from wearing rags to the best fits

All his new acquaintances gassed his head, taking it

To the point where he lost proper perspective

Started cutting off the people he came up with

Ego blown like his soul had been abducted

Though his heart was once real, now material has filled

Up his world and he couldn't get enough of it

Used to wanna be the best of the rap dons

Now his only one concern is going platinum

And his skill has since decreased, and the inner hunger ceased

Now content just as long as fame and cash come

He's a Big Willie now, rapping 'bout cars

Thousand dollar shopping sprees, hanging out with stars

I mean, just a year ago, he was broke, bumming money

Drinking out the forty bottle, living outdoors

Don't let money change you

Don't let money change you

Don't let money change you

Second LP, my rap changes fast

Here today, gone tomorrow, now his label has

Found the new poster boy with the hip now sound

Second time around, everything isn't stable as

Who once was, now he's looking for the same hit

But his sound is played, he forgot to change with

The moving times, no one feeling him, his rhymes ain't appealing

Anymore, and his records ain't selling shit

Now he's dropped from his label, and he's going broke

Tried the underground return, ghetto pass revoked

And the same faces that he dissed on his way to the top

Laughed as they watched him do the downstroke

Now the moral of the story is that some go

Why would money make the inner vision crumble?

So if you're blessed with the talent, utilize it to the fullest

Be true to yourself and stay humble

Don't let money change you

Don't let money change you

Don't let money change you