Money - CB Milton

This money I made up when I was ten 
Now I'm singing it once more again 
It's something pure and innocent 
I wanna go back in time 
When all that mattered was 
The music I made 

And if you want to survive 
In this jungle that we're in 
You better tell the truth 
At least to yourself 
Whatever it is that you do 
It will come right back to you 
So don't you dare to put your 
Conscience on the shelf 

Now it's all about money 
All about cash and getting paid 
I don't wanna go on this way 
Now it's all about money 
All about sex, and getting laid 
It doesn't matter what you say 

There's so many people out there 
Thinkin' only of cash 
Makin' music they really despise 
And I can never say 
I haven't done it myself 
But it's time to get away 
From those lies 

And if you want to survive 
In this jungle that we're in 
Whatever it is that you do 
It will come right back to you