Family Tree

Once upon a time, in a land far away
In a house where the rooms, and the rules never changed
lived a man who would say he'll get big some day
and he did and his life would never be the same
see he use to go the school where the books is all torn
and the pencil that he writes with is sharper than a sword 
get called to front and the teacher could've sworn
when he looked into his eyes he knew a leader was born
He got his ideas from the smartest of men
Whom he called his father his mentor and friend
Use to tell em this 'son you better think hard,
in this life there is no god but god'
He spent most his days in his grandma's house
Till the house got flooded and she had to move out
She told him one thing 'one day you'll learn
the bad decisions that you make will eventually burn'
but of course she was talkin' bout the family business
the money, the pain, and the chain of riches
He looked at it all like i had to get this
So he started his planning one word relentless
Everything he knew he applied to his view
You are but your actions the life that you choose
Started diggin' up the past like through and through
Cuz the money is like one big rubix cube
Its the oil, its the soil is that white man powder
So whoever's incharge definetly's got the power
Studied the system every nook and cranny
Started stealin' pennies from his crooked granny
By the time he was twenty he got himself a job
started at the bottom as a government dog
and then a few years later he rose through the ranks
every dime from his salary he puts in his bank
Made a few clients and he started to talk
About how he's gonna use this lil' system to drop
its like 20 odd grand, he invested overseas 
With some military folks who he calls every week 
The money's all kosher tho nothin' he should worry bout
Started livin' life by the time he reached his third account
Told his papa about his plans
Little did know his money fell to the wrong hands
Sabah, Indon the Philippines
Small town boy big city dreams
He married a women who he called his queen
She never questioned this man, cuz his hands was clean
One problem he was too discreet
Phonecalls when she's fast asleep
and she begs him to talk about his innermost thoughts
And he told her one day this city's gonna rot
She held his hands like please don't do this
your a good man don't be so foolish
In the meantime business started bloomin'
At the same time his people started movin'
Situation looked right held a few meeting
Plan to take over one sunday evening
Gathered everybody as he stood on this stage
Infront of the house where the rooms never change
His dad passed away and he n eeded him the most
as stood with mercenaries from over the coast
They started marchin' across till they reached the palace
and soldiers started firin' collateral damage
In the end they all failed and was brought to justice
The leader of the group was standin' on crutches
Hands to the air, as he was speakin' on trial
Judge ruled him out punishment exile 
What happen to him next, kinda hard to say
The man from this story had parted ways
its the reason why we are what we are today
once upon a time, far far away