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They say that money is freedom but I feel trapped inside it all
Tuesday, January 24, 2012, 11:58 PM

Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in
Bet you would think I got it made, better look again
I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion
The belief is that I'm living out a millionaires fantasy

With phantoms and Ferrari's in the driveway
But you see it came in exchange of the same man's sanity
Your vision jaded by the grammy's on the mantelpiece
Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony

Apparently it's damaging the man you see before you
On the canvas he may seem alright but all the disadvantages his family
Encounters overpowers his extravagance
Walk in my nines awhile I dare you
While it really seems like the kings life ain't glamorous

As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs
Because the camera's doesn't see beyond the walls of the smiles
Only counts until it falls in the pile