I was 10

A new school, I was able to create a new identity for myself.

My school prepared us early for capitalism

A schoolwide market with petty buzzbucks.

There i decided my fate,

I would infiltrate successfully as a teller.

Get intel on where the monopoly money was stored

And distribute and cover my tracks.

Then isaiah came, the mole.

He had a bad record, but he knew where the good were

He handed the cash to me

There was so much i took what i needed and distributed it

Hush hush to induviduals i could trust.

Just when i thought i had gotten away with it, the 2nd grade teller snitches

These are counterfits.

The admin lined us up on the wall and forced us to confess

I knew i had to play dumb to lessen my sentence.

I will never know who ratted me out

But i spent 3 days of in school suspension planning my escape

Planning my revenge

Then i decied to get clean

Quit the laundering buisness

And focus on my studies.