Lyrics Money Game, Pt. 2 - Ren

Strange times we're livin' in, panic and hysteria
Poor man learn, the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show, America!

Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit
In parliament, not adequate (Come on)

Needlessly bleeding resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
"Oh what a shame it would be, I would die!"
If Number 10 Downing Street burned in a fire

Only joking, only messing, don't be stressing
I'm a peaceful adolescent, there's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain
While my finger's on the trigger of a money game

Oh, rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old

Money is a game, and the ladder we climb
Turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers, line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme

She sells seashells on the seashore
But the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells, 'cause there's loads on the sand

Step one: You must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare, you see
Bear with me, take as many shells as you can find and hide them on an island
Stockpile 'em high, until they're rarer than a diamond

Step two: Gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em, really fucking want 'em
Hit them like Bronson: influencers, product placement, featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell, then you're just a fucking waste, man

Three: It's monopoly, invest inside some property
Start a corporation, make a logo, do it properly
"Shells must sell", that will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals, they're a poor man's quality

Four: Expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land, fresh blood on hand
Five: Why just shells? Why limit yourself?
She sells seashells, sell oil as well!

Six: Guns, sell stocks, sell diamonds, sell rocks
Sell water to a fish, sell the time to a clock
Seven: Press on the gas, take your foot off the brakes
Then run to be the president of the United States!

Eight: Big smile, mate! Big wave, that's great!
Now the truth is overrated, tell lies out the gate!
Nine: Polarize the people, controversy is the game!
It don't matter if they hate you, if they all say your name!

Ten: The world is yours
Step out on the stage to a round of applause
You're a liar, a cheat, a devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore

Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm, it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poison in the veins
But we like to point the blame, blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game

This old money game

This old