Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
One years old than his first words were my, my gimme
Two years old, he was walking, three years old, walking quickly
Four years old, he was running around the pavements of his city
Five years old, and his daddy told him
Listen here son, you've got to learn to be a man
A man he works for what he wants
Six years old, and he's reading, writing, top of the bunch
And when he's seven, his progression made him student number one
Eight years old and he's praised for unusual grades
Nine, his parents pay for private school to nurture the flame
10, 11, 12, 13, he ascends and ascends, his daddy tells him, son, money is the means to all ends
14 solving complex mathematic equations, at 15, IQ 150, still elevating
16 he develops complex software code that detects weaknesses in cyber security protocol
17, and he sells his vision, keeping the share, not yet an adult
But he's practically a millionaire
18, and his daddy tells him now you're a man the world don't give a damn about you
So take all that you can
19, he turns a profit, stocks and shares, invest in product
20, double down deposit 21, his income rockets
22, he learns that truth is just an obstacle to wealth
If you manipulate the data, then the lie will sell itself
23,a life of luxury Cristal and c**e
24, he makes the Forbes list, they're applauding his name
25, and his daddy told him, listen here, son
While you're sitting in the palace, that don't mean that you won
26, his business shifts, he switches business to arms
He's 27, dealing nuclear shells in Iran
28, inside the Senate, money bought him a seat
He's 29, roll of counsel in the president suite
And now he's 30, his daddy says, you're losing the race
You're just a servant to the king, not even in second place
31, a big manoeuvre for his daddy's approval
Moving imports over borders from the exports out of Cuba
32, moving grams, growing kilo to tonnes
He's 33, filling warehouses with powder and guns
34, turf war with nobody to stop it, blind eye from the Popo inside of his pocket
35, he gets a call, I'm sorry, son, it's your father, had a heart attack, I'm sorry, he's gone
36, getting pissed up abusing this product
37, eyes glazed, disposition demonic
38, with a p**e, a moment of passion
Heating up the silver spoon and then chasing the dragon
39, getting reckless and hungry for power
Daddy's words still driving him to kill him and devour
He makes a move against the cartel, but the strategy's flawed
They retaliate and leave him in the hospital ward
A bullet buried in his vertebrae, one in his leg, the doctor sighs and says
I don't think he'll be walking again f**k
Let me tell you a story about a boy named Jimmy
He was 40 and he cursed the words my, my gimme
41, he wasn't walking, 42, not walking quickly
43, never running round the pavement of his city
44 inside a palace with a mountain of gold
But those riches turn to rubble when perspective evolves
Weighing heavy on his conscience is the value of gold, Lamborghini for a life
Trading money for souls, Jimmy followed the code inside the land of the free
Put your hand inside the cookie jar, take more than you need
And his example is exaggerated versions of me, and it's a version of him
And it's a version of she, and it's a version of you
There's no escaping the blame, the way we live, it's parasitic, f**k the money in fame
Cut the music
This isn't entertainment, this is real life, the way we live is lunacy, community it declines
We're hyperpolarized, we're always fighting and we divide
Truth is less important than the money that we design?
Money's an invention, politics from our invention, they all come from people's ideas
Did I mention bored is an invention
Law and order fuels the tension that leads to people killing each other
My solution?
Everything is subject to change, we could build utopias
If individuals were taught to use their brains
If we teach kids in schools to always be sheep and put themselves before the herd
If there's more money for meat
Then there's no future I see where the humans survive
We're parasites inside the Petri dish, with cannibal mines
Mould will grow upon the surface, then consumes till it dies
And our fate could be the same without this story to the wise
45, Jimmy comes home out of the rain, soaking wet upon a wheelchair
He's been drinking again, he has everything he wants, he has fortune and fame
Such a fortunate fool with an unfortunate fate with a 45 calibre aimed at his brain
45, a fitting number because his age is the same
Here's the words of his father, it's such a damn shame
Then he presses on the trigger of a money game
