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Songs As Sermons: Make The Money

There is this passage of Scripture that goes this way, “The love of money is a root of all kinds of evil. Some people, eager for money, have wandered from the faith and pierced themselves with many griefs.” (1 Timothy 6:10)

 

Then there is Macklemore’s song, Make The Money, which pretty much says the same thing in more modern language, “Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion. Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma. Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff.”

 

May you come to find that all good gifts come from God.

 

May you discover ways to serve others with whatever you have.

 

May you make the money and not let the money make you.

 

 

Note: This song does have some explicit content, if that is something you are sensitive to please be aware of that. 

 

 

[Verse 1]
Now, this is my job, I will not quit it
Pulled me out the depths when I thought that I was finished
Yeah I questioned if I could go the distance
That’s just the work, regardless of who’s listening, listening
Listen, see I was meant to be a warrior
Fight something amongst me, leave here victorious
Classroom of kids, or a venue performing
If I’d done it for the money I’d have been a fucking lawyer
Concrete, vagabond, van telling stories
Humbled by the road, I’m realizing I’m not important
See life’s a beautiful struggle, I record it
Hope it helps you maneuvering through yours and
That’s why we stay in the lab at night
I’ve been staring into this pad for over half my life
A true artist won’t be satisfied
So I guess that’s the sacrifice
And I say

[Hook]
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true, I say
Make the money, don’t let the money make you
Change the game, don’t let the game change you
I’ll forever remain faithful
All my people stay true

[Verse 2]
Forget about the fame, fortune and the mansion
Sitting and tripping watching myself on a plasma
Yeah, I start slipping when I’m thinking about that stuff
Ego won’t swole until karma catches that up, that up
I’m my grandma’s number one grandson
I lost myself to remember who that was
We start thinking about some kicks, necklace
What I really need is a job off CraigsList
Take away the dot com, name, love
Fans, Twitter followers, and the buzz
See, you keep the issues but you take away the drugs
And I had to find out who I really was
Who I really wasn’t
So sick of who I was becoming
Yeah, tired of running
Time to look at the man in the mirror until I can learn to love him

[Hook]

[Bridge x2]
Of course I want dubs and a candy painted ‘lac
Watch the videos and get the girls in the back
But if that’s what I believe in, and the reason that I rap
Uncle Sam is my pimp when he puts me on the track

[Hook]

Forget about the fame
I said forget about the fame
I’ll forever remain faithful
Stay true, stay true, stay true

 

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