No money on ground

The economy scratches the soul so bad
Breaks the blood too. Dear Lord, I need a new dad
To buy the groceries
Take me to eateries
Fund me for investments and I will be glad

The earth is the Lords but this one’s the devil’s
And all these pockets are seeking their levels
Yes, We die here, I think
But don’t forget to blink
When our plans, the budget and joy dishevels

LARDO