Venomous tongues, Feed outright lines
People are cunning, honey
As sharp as knives
Unfounded stories, They dwell in evil minds
I've been there, done that, Too many times
When the lines get thin, they Get you all in
And let your palace lay down in ruins
After the bullets are shot, they glorify God
While new deceit is already brewing
King Long Green is a puppet
Greed it's puppeteer
King Long Green is a puppet
Greed it's puppeteer
It's not the Man who has little
But the Man who craves more that is Poor