Never shot a gun nor killed anyone myself

But billions die cos of me

Who needs a threat? I make a debt

Out of thin air, just sit back and collect

Every single day, whatever they say

The people need me just to connect it

None of them knows what I look like

Yet all of them spend my money to look nice

They want more, no one’s pure

I hold the keys to every single door

Sell sex and drugs, profit and lies

Earth and skies, I’ll even sell life

I’ll even sell freedom for the right price

But no one is smart enough to ask me nice