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I'm cool. I'm lookin after myselfAs I would never place wealth before my spiritI fear it's unhealthy, the devil creep around you so stealthy stealthyTil ya get bold, rush the gold an before ya time is overYa soul is sold, where's it gettin ya?Competition start swearin ya, goldiggers setting you upSoon be forgetting your existenceDo ya need a for instance?I hafta admit admire your persistence in stickin to a game planThat brings ya pain manAnd at the end of the day nothin is gainedListen to the voice within. I'll see ya laterPay heed to the grand oral disseminator.. Aus Songtexte Mania