Gold
I see so many tricks, in the fields of gold
Blind to society but it begins to unfold
I refuse to listen to, a fairy tale that's told
Only the heart's tale, I'll be bumpin when old
Stale stories restated, I detect some mold
Coining up a story, so that you can be sold
Your mind is a temple, what's true is bold
Fakin on yourself? Can one be so cold
Lies will catch up, and they'll soon get rolled
Just stay true son, definition of gold