[INTRO]"Suddenly you discover humanity. Convenient.""I can change almost anything...but I can't change human nature."[HOOK]One chair: one feast, I think it's AVARICE, some [call it greed]Go see a friend to get a catalyst, but [not for free]No scene demented nor as hazardous as [poverty]Can't spare a piece nor cent no dab of this, that's [all for me]Single chair for a feast, only reason is AVARICE, some [call it greed]Wanna make it out clean, I can get you a catalyst, but [not for free]Man, I swear, ain't a scene as demented or hazardous as [poverty]Couldn't spare you a piece nor a cent nor a dab of this, that's [all for me][VERSE 1]If they didn't want me to have it, why'd they leave it all in my reach?If they didn't want me a savage, why'd they weave it all in my speech?I was born to be what they made me, yet I earn the stress that they teachnever mourn the ones that betrayed me, but I learn the lessons from eachIt seems the currency on this Earth can bring you glorious pleasureBut after learning what it's all worth, I think there's more to this treasureSee, I've been used and left in the dirt, I can't afford to get lesser,I've got these "blue and red's" on the search like it's a Morpheus measure (ha, ha, ha)they won't find me, I'm cloaked, they won't sign me, I'm broke they resigned, but I post:I don't need revenge, I don't need new friends, I just need my wins and I'm ghostthen I got a little bit of everything I had before they put my back to floorbut I remember how it felt when I was sad and poor, I thought about it, got up out it, then I grabbed some moreI can't stop, won't stop, Diddy tracked the score, but did he lack the lore of getting jacked in war 'cause I was fighting for the good when I lacked support, but these sins coming in when you crack the door,and now....now I'm stuck with the habit of having too much, good man in the dustgot more than I need, but it seems that I can't get enough...fuck.[HOOK][BRIDGE]all your mortal sins don't mean much until you end up in a binduse your dirty rags as your crutches and pretend that your refinedanything escaping my clutches is a debt from the divineI think everything the light touches would be better if it's mineALL YOUR MORTAL SINS DON'T MEAN MUCH UNTIL YOU END UP IN A BINDUSE YOUR DIRTY RAGS AS YOUR CRUTCHES AND PRETEND THAT YOUR REFINEDANYTHING ESCAPING MY CLUTCHES IS A DEBT FROM THE DIVINEI THINK EVERYTHING THE LIGHT TOUCHES WOULD BE BETTER IF IT'S MINE[VERSE 2]Hand and wrist, only four I need to handle this:any more would leave the plan amisscan't afford to have a man insist if he demands a split,I'm taking everything around him like he's cancerousstab and twist, stab and twist, I never want it, but I can't resistI've been commanded by the phantoms gripto never let the upper-hand existand they been killing opposition since NazarethLord....I done had it with asking when is satisfaction gonna land a bitgrabbing anything I seen gave me plenty to redeembut I'm empty as a fiend, can't stand to quit,I mean... I shouldn't care in the leastbut I can admit I couldn't spare a decreaseI'm ensnared with The Beast 'til I'm paired with a prayer and a priest...please.[HOOK][OUTRO]Call it greed...Not for free...Poverty...All for me...