Tin can, begging

Sire, will you spare?

Think ‘bout it for a second

Mega multimillionaire

That green, 28, 29, 30 atomic

Body odor, swore he’s alcoholic

Mind racing but got bands to hand

He pushin’ further, disrespectin’

He reachin’ think he grabbin’

Kick him back, enough harassin’

Dust, and dirt, and rock, and spit

His face covered, his eye split

He stand up, look down, 

Listen child, I know you righteous, know you kind

But I bear this cross, I wear this crown

This has cost you, your mind is misaligned

Thoughts are sinful, you’ll pay the price

Wicked acts will jeopardize

Promised land no guarantee

You should think about how much it costs.