[Past me, walks in]
Imagine being rich and not at peace.
You drive around in Bentleys and
Rolls-Royces and piss in your gold toilets,
or whatever it is rich people do.
You fool the world with your fake smiles,
But do you fool yourselves too?
Even your Cartier glasses cannot hide the tears you've bled.
Your Tommy Hilfiger cannot seem to figure out the solution to your problem.
Your Dior perfumes cannot seem to mask your stench.
You think your Yves Saint Laurent heels can walk you out of the void you are standing in?
The clock's ticking. I'm sure you don't need a Rolex to tell you that.
So I'll ask again: Peace or Brand deals?
Peace, all the way, because being rich and
empty is the loudest kind of broke.
[Alter Ego steps in, smirking]
Of course, I love the wealth, the fame, and... maybe the girls.
What good is peace, when I could have thousands of pieces of gold at my disposal?
When I could command thousands of men like pawns on a chessboard?
Problems? Oh, throw pieces of gold on them like Lannisters.
Why be a man, when you could be a man to men?
King to kings?
“Money can’t buy happiness,” and peace would?
I’d rather wipe my face with my Louis Vuitton handkerchief in the comfort of my Bentley than whatever it is poor, peaceful people do.
Doesn’t it get boring at times?
Nothing to worry about, just you and your peaceful thoughts?
[Present me, in the middle of all this]
Well, for me, I love the thrill.
[The Older me]
Oh, you all should shut up.
Maybe it’s not Peace OR Wealth...
Maybe it’s Peace WITH Wealth.
Wealth to build. Peace to enjoy.
Wealth to protect. Peace to feel.
Because the richest man in the graveyard still can’t cash a check.
And the most peaceful man with an empty pocket still can’t sleep at night.
So I ask... Peace AND Wealth?
[Alter Ego]
Would you keep quiet?
Who said you can simultaneously look at both sides of a coin?
It’s either black or white.
It’s either the front or the back.
One or none.
And you already know where I stand.
So I ask again: Peace or Wealth?
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