Money drive

Took a walk down the road
It was a fast lane
Where the brave minds rode
Dead bodies lain
Slain for a reason....satisfaction
Call him a selfish  person
Money is the root of evil
But again  it answers to all thing
A ride with the devil
Just for the money grubbing
Make it or fake it
It's reality...have to face it
Still in charge or losing  control?
before  the could alight  the drive of feeling
Lost conscience
The news read......
17, 19, 20 years old .....there laid the headless  body
For all the blood that spill
They paint the town red
I'm sick.....I'm fed
Up the ladder is where the youngs want to be
Not minding  how to get there
Standing  on the standards of the world
Sinking grounds.