Currency

It sickens me how you get your glory
They believe all you say, your made up story
Of how things are, and how they’ve been
When you’re never around, yet they listen again.
Like you they believe what your mouth has to say
Made up in your mind, you look better that way!
You never care who you make look bad
And how hypocritical you are to act sad
But loyal they are to the one who will holler
And do all it takes for the almighty dollar