[Verse 1]
I've been using the wrong drive
Told myself getting money and fame is what my life
Is about, I can't survive or live without the paper
But it's importance is so evident, evidence in my residence
Mummy breathes money like oxygen elements;
Breathes and speaks it, cause it would make life better
For the green, she a go-getter
But when the green withers away, it leaves an old lady in pain
Mama, I keep on praying I don't make you work so hard in vain
I watch that lady struggle, I try my best to help but I'm trapped in this bubble
To see my dreams and aspirations you'd need a Hubble
Telescope, watched my family crumble and I'm trapped under rubble
But I'm made of iron like ore, and I make beats hot like Earth's core...
Maybe the more beats I make, the more I can sell or lease them for-- of course I'm gonna try, who are you to judge me?
We both the same in the eyes of Great One who's above me
[Bridge]
Then this bredda DMs me on Soundcloud, "Yo bro, I like your tracks!"
Now, this some old beat I made way back
He asked to use it for a tape. I see he got a pro account
So I figure he could spare some cash
I reply, "50 US for a lease" then he replies
"Man, I ain't got no money to buy no beat
I'm just spreading good vibes, I don't want to make a profit; it's for enjoyment, ain't that what music is supposed to be?"
[Verse 2]
Told him he could have it, left me embarrased, I couldn't speak then I asked myself, "since when has my heart gotten so weak?
This is real life, money isn't a want, it's a need--"
Then I paused... "am I being consumed by greed?
I mean, I know some green could help my future seed--"
And it was then I saw what Mama has always seen:
My sister and I, we've been her drive. She's the very reason that we're even still alive
Made up my mind, we haffi eat a food so f** who want a beat for free
You haffi pay the fee; if you can't stand to that, then take a seat
And Teflon told me never undervalue my craft, I'll only get better so, as we're speaking
I'll soon reach my peak, sum it up
Do the maths, like a Kartel a speak
Got to keep working hard, mi a ball hard like mi weep
'till I'm getting paid to do a show every week, only then I'll confront myself
About if it was need or is it greed?
[Outro]
I can't afford to confront it... have to wait until I reach a certain place where I can actually..
Too broke...