Green Greed
By Raymond Livingston
It’s the root of all evil, that’s what they say,
But we chase it just to make it through the day.
Feed your hunger, keep the lights on at night,
Still it whispers in your ear, “You’ll never get it right.”They say it’s not written in the good book we read,
But it grows in the cracks of every mortal seed.
A man-made idol with a velvet chain,
The more you chase it, the less you remain.
Money, money — you call my name,
Turn my heart cold, set my soul aflame.
You dress up as hope, but you lie through your teeth,
Build me a tower, then steal what’s beneath.Money, money — oh, I hear your song,
It feels so right but I know it’s wrong.
Every dollar burns a hole in my dream,
And nothing’s ever really what it seems.
Green greed, you keep feeding the need,
Turning my morals into broken seed.
You promise forever, but you only deceive,
I’m trapped in your hands, trying to breathe.
Money, money — you’re never enough,
You buy the smooth and sell the rough.
You built this world on empty creed,
But all that glitters bleeds — green greed.
Can’t respect a man who can’t hold on tight,
To what’s truly precious when there’s no light.
False hopes flashing down every street,
Selling souls cheap for a moment’s heat.The more you gain, the less you see,
Your wallet’s full, but your heart’s empty.
You think you’re free, but you’re bound by gold,
And the richest stories are never told.
We trade our peace for paper chains,
Lose our joy in profit’s name.
If life’s a cost, then count the fee —
Who owns who, the cash or me?
Money, money — you call my name,
But I’m done with your cold, cruel game.
You promised the world, now I finally see,
The only true wealth lives inside of me. Green greed, you once took the lead,
But my soul’s not something you can feed.
You don’t own love, you don’t own me —
I’m breaking the chains of your currency.
