The Root

They say the apple doesn't fall that far from the tree
but who cares right
there's a new phone every week
we know its forbidden fruit
but the taste is so sweet
buy it just to buy it again
we know you want to
its right in your reach
the rich get richer simultaneously
painting the poor peoples picture
they put "in God we trust" on the money
vandalizing the scripture
my God is not a piece of paper
limited by space and time
my God is the one and only
spirituality divine
see money is just paper
so you should really let it be
if money is the root of all evil
then i guess we're all the trees.

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