Its a cycle no doubt, a circle
of sorts
Tossed up and thrown down played all around
With money comes greed
Excitement felt with each dirty deed
Dont you love how good bad can feel
Warning! Power and pleasure may lead to kill
When that high is at its highest it gets knocked down again
We need it though so we're given sin
We guilt ourselves hate and envy the good
Play good play fair play as we should
Then we get bord think, lets smoke some weed
Dont be normal its blan plant that bad seed
We can do bad and feel so good
We can do good and feel so boring
Its a cycle no doubt, a circle of sorts
So choose wisely because you cant play both courts