Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy One years old and his first words were, "Mine, mine, gimmie" Two years old he was walking, three years old walking quickly Four years old he was running round the pavements of his city Five years old and his daddy told him, "Listen here, son You gotta learn to be a man; a man he works for what he wants" Six years old and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame Ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, he ascends and ascends His daddy tells him, "Son, money is the means to all ends" Fourteen, solving complex mathematic equations Fifteen, IQ a hundred and fifty, still elevating Sixteen he develops complex software code That detects weaknesses in cyber security protocols Seventeen and he sells his vision, keeping a share Not yet an adult, but he's practically a millionaire Eighteen and his daddy tells him, "Now you're a man This world don't give a damn about you, so take all that you can" Nineteen he turns a profit, stocks and shares invest in product Twenty double-down deposits, 21 his income rockets 22 he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth If you manipulate the data, then a lie will sell itself 23 a life of luxury, crystal and cocaine 24 he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name 25 and his daddy tells him, "Listen here, son While you're sitting in that palace, that don't mean that you won" 26 a business shift, he switches business to arms 27 dealing nuclear and shells in Iran 28 inside the senate, money bought him a seat 29 a role of council in the president's suite And now he's 30, his daddy says "You're losing the race You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place " 31 a big maneuver for his daddy's approval Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba 32 moving grams, growing kilos to tons 33 filling warehouses with powder and guns 34 turf war with nobody to stop it Blind eye from the po-po inside of his pocket 35 he gets a call, "I'm sorry, son It's your father, had a heart attack; I'm sorry, he's gone" 36 getting pissed off, abusing his product 37 eyes glazed, disposition demonic 38 with a prostitute, a moment of passion Heating up a silver spoon and then chasing the dragon 39 getting reckless and hungry for power Daddy's words still driving him to kill and devour He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed They retaliate and leave him in a hospital ward A bullet buried in his vertebra and one in his leg The doctor sighs and says, "I don't think you'll be walking again" (Fuck) Let me tell you a story about a boy named jimmy He was 40, and he cursed the words: "Mine, mine, give me" 41 he wasn't walking, 42 not walking quickly 43 never running round the pavement of his city 44 inside a palace, with a mountain of gold But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold Lamborghini for a life, trading money for souls Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need And his example is exaggerated versions of me And it's a version of him And it's a version of she And it's a version you There's no escaping the blame The way we live is parasitic, fuck the money and fame Cut the music This isn't entertainment, this is real life The way we live is lunacy, community it declines We're hyper-polarized, we're always fighting, then we divide Truth is less important than the money that we designed? Money's an invention, politics from our invention They all come from people's ideas, did I mention? Borders an invention, law and order fuel the tension That leads to people killing each other My solution? Is everything is subject to change We could build utopias if individuals were taught to use their brains If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep And put themselves before the herd if there's more money for me Then there's no future I see, where the humans survive We're parasites inside a petri dish with cannibal minds Mold will grow upon a surface, then consumes till it dies And our fate could be the same Without this story to the wise 45 Jimmy comes home out of the rain Soaking wet upon a wheelchair, he's been drinking again He has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate With a 45 caliber aimed at his brain 45 a fitting number 'cause his age is the same Hears the words of his father: "You're such a damn shame" Then he presses on the trigger of a money game

Me Nah watch nuh face, beg nuh more pardon A nuff drugs money deh a Cherry Garden Nuff individual society applauding You can ask anybody where them get them start in But nuff politician take the donation So nuff criminal will never see a station Never see a cell, not even a courthouse But a every sunday we see them take the boat out North coast resort and car dealership The construction company dem just don't legit Use it wash the money, turn it 'round and hide it When the kickback dem come in, the government delighted Police cancel operation, 'Cause nuh real bad man nah go station Now if you check the situation A blood money run the nation Come take a look inna Jamaica Injustice in the place now If what you see no really phase you Then you a the problem that we face too. Was 'bout to buy an you know Maybe then I'd never have to be a prisoner Maybe then I coulda not turn in my firearm Police couldn't come remand Come in like me run an army Was 'bout to be a politician too Maybe then I coulda make any decision, look Maybe then I'd make a hundred million disappear Then me act like me nuh care Watch you vote me back in there Because that sad reality Inna Jamaica, say your status is your salary Man deh road a carry one whole heap a felony But them have a family a boost up the economy Police cancel operation 'Cause nuh real bad man nah go station Now if you check the situation A blood money run the nation Come take a look inna Jamaica Injustice in the place now If what you see no really phase you Then you a the problem that we face too Is 'out of many' but a one set of people feeling it How that real, society you agree to this Things a reveal, the garbage the machine split No smoke screen at Riverton nuh conceal it Now the system failing, the gap a get wider A matter of time before a total divide ya You a cross the line, am draw quick fi remimd you If you build it on crime then crime will have to find you And thats how its been always, that no frustrate you like it do to me? How much dead baby over jubilee? How much youths did 10 when them run inna Tivoli Now them 16, heart fry, head fricassee Police cancel operation 'Cause nuh real bad man nah go station Now if you check the situation A blood money run the nation Come take a look inna Jamaica Injustice in the place now If what you see no really phase you Then you a the problem that we face too

So it ends up at the start Bright eyes left in the dark And you see it as a great mirage But your heart still got the scars It's the perfect crime to be loved so blind When their eyes disguise where the motive lies And it splits both sides 'til there comes a price And somebody's back on the run So you're left there in the dust And you don't know who to trust While they're out there with a guilty heart But blood money don't get you far It's the perfect crime to be loved so blind When their eyes disguise where the motive lies And it splits both sides 'til there comes a price And somebody's back on the run And somebody's back on the run Why is there pain in your eyes?