Recession became the obsession in a life of greed,
Red is the color of blood but it's green we actually bleed,
Dying for happiness that lies with a presidents face,
Smiling and laughing but feeling nothing but disgrace,
Digging for a way out the hole that poverty has dug so deep,
Violence emerges in reality not just when I sleep,
Dreams become real while my eyes open to a pistol pointed at their face,
Give me all you money and your life as I 'm bout to catch my first case,
My eyes staring glaring at his,
Hand it over you know what time it is,
Get down on the ground and close your eyes nose to the floor,
Now take your last breath I leave no witnesses as I head for the door,
Driving in the car, money and material in hand,
All over my clothes blood from another man,
Paranoid of what's coming back at me.
Seem like a perfect plan but could this be a new life of misery?
Happy at the moment thinking of what I will have,
Not thinking of karma where there is a good there's a bad,
Constantly looking around me as I sell my merchandise,
Never had anything thing in my life so I feel like I'm living nice,
Recession became the Obsession when money was involved in the fight,
And the obsession is violence as the days permanently turn to night,
Rain is the sunshine in the permanent life of strife,
I kill for money, I rob for happiness, I live for the struggle,
Don't judge me its my life and my hustle.

Wow, what a great idea.  I can't wait to dive into this!

EXCELLENT PROJECT, FRIEND!

nice

I think this book is an amazing idea

I like that you use "BIND thier souls" I often use that word too. Who knew such a small word could mean soo much.

Please correct "there", should be "their".  Ect. should be Etc.