Rigdom Er Freedom - Jokeren, DJ Static, Pato

Der lever hvor avisen har sit forsidestof fra

Der hvor der deles i porten i en sidegade

Fordi folk vil ud på toppen og er ligeglade

Som et spil blackjack hvor man altid vinder

Penge forblinder, indtil dagen den oprinder

Hvor hele dit stash bliver konfiskeret og forsvinder

En dag kommer regningen, og hvor er dine venner?

I ensomhed og isolation, din

Eneste kontakt til nogen — en aflyttet telefon

Og du får «brev fra en homie», men hvad står der?

For hver et ord blir skrevet ned i pansernes rapporter

Så du sidder der og tænker: «Var det det værd ?»

Nogen siger «nej» — Mens andre råber «Hell yeah»

Hvordan vil du måle penge mod frihed?

Tid er jo en luksus og nu har du god tid…

Jokeren, fuck ja, jeg betaler topskat

Er jeg social, liberal eller en klaphat?

Yo hva fa’en ved jeg — det' en balancegang

Mellem mit forbrugs egoisme, og en beskyttertrang

For nej, vi' hverken skabt eller født lige

Så jeg har min næstes ryg, hva ka jeg sige?

og jeg

Håber fandme også at han har min den dag, hvor min

Plade flopper, kæresten skrider, kæden hopper af

Filmen knækker og jeg mister al selvtillid

Og kun har det jeg mangler nu — nemlig tid

Men indtil da, så er jeg stadig en af dem

Der knokler døgnet rundt for at få huslejen hjem

Som dem der tyr til at skrive regninger opfindsomt

For at gå i 0 med udgifter og indkomst

Få det fra reklamerne, imponere damerne

Vi har så meget lort og ingen tid at indtage det i

Jokeren, klart nok, hvem helved er du?

Jeg' ham der river Danmarks glansbillede itu

Er du selv herre eller slave under eget tag?

Er der ingenting du kan få for meget af?

Og har du styr på dine penge eller styrer de?

Tid er blevet en luksusvare, det' syret, ik?

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Så har du råd til ikke at elske din næste?

Har du

Tid til ikke at gøre dit bedste?

Er du bare wasted?

Har du penge nok til at se den anden vej?

Kommer du til ghettoen — kommer den til dig?

Og hvis den gør, hvad' din rigdom værd

Hvis du ikke længere tør at gå uden for en dør?

Så når du ser en dranker stik ham en femmer

Gi ham et klem og et smil og smut så hjem og

Knep konen til naboen begynder at klage

For uret tikker, hvor meget tid har du tilbage?

There lives where the newspaper has its front page material from

Where there is a division at the gate in a side street

Because people want out on top and do not care

Like a game of blackjack where you always win

Money blinds until the day it originates

Where your entire stash gets confiscated and disappears

One day the bill comes, and where are your friends?

In loneliness and isolation, your

Only contact for anyone - a tapped phone

And you get «letter from a homie», but what does it say?

For every word is written down in the armor's reports

So you sit there and think, "Was it worth it?"

Some say "no" - while others shout "Hell yeah"

How would you measure money against freedom?

Time is a luxury and now you have a good time…

The joker, fuck yeah, I'm paying top tax

Am I a socialite, a liberal or a hatred?

Yo what the hell I know - it's a balancing act

Between the selfishness of my consumption, and an urge to protect

For no, we're neither created nor born equal

So I have my neighbor's back, what can I say?

and I

Hope damn well he has mine the day mine

Plate flops, boyfriend slips, chain jumps off

The movie breaks and I lose all confidence

And only I have what I need now - time

But until then, I'm still one of them

There is a lot of work around the clock to get the rent home

Like those who resort to writing bills inventively

To go in 0 with expenses and income

Get it from the commercials, impress the ladies

We have so much shit and no time to ingest it

The Joker, clearly, who the hell are you?

I 'him who tears Denmark's splendor picture apart

Are you a master or a slave under your own roof?

Is there nothing you can get too much of?

And do you have control over your money or do they control it?

Time has become a luxury item, it 'sour, right?

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So can you afford not to love your neighbor?

Do you have

Time not to do your best?

Are you just wasted?

Do you have enough money to look the other way?

Are you coming to the ghetto - is it coming to you?

And if it does, what's your wealth worth

If you no longer dare to go outside a door?

So when you see a drinker stab him a fiver

Give him a hug and a smile and then slip home and

Fuck the wife of the neighbor begins to complain

For the clock is ticking, how much time do you have left?