Trying to fit your fate, in a canister you slit for change it's strange you wait but it's hard to admit when your range isn't great

Save up those dollars in your wallet, but now empty out your pocket and put it in the jar hidden in the closet,  but now can i call it?

what you profit? even if you make a good deposit?  and your fate becomes logic?

Is it this money that makes you a prophet, cause uncle Sam still has you in his back pocket and he ain't gonna stop it,  our minds are sick like eh vomit, and you hardly care or want it

your empty like a store boughten locket, and that should be a heart talking topic