Let's play a game, Wheel of Fortune it is,
Men desire riches higher than what could ever be his,
Watch him spin winning more as the excitement rises,
Watch him get eaten alive by greed and overwhelmed by surprises,
Buy a vowel? He wouldn't dare spend away his money,
 Watching him react within himself altogether is funny,
So what happens when it's done, this devilish game,
Trying hard to buy a ticket into the lifestyle of fame,
Fame? What is that besides a title-istic artificial claim,
In with which people begin to give themselves an artificial name,
So in love with the fortune that you're to blind to see,
That you're unfortunately fortuned by despair and greed,
Hiding behind ya money makes you feel empowered,
As your soul within is slowly, slowly being devoured,
Yeah pepole got money on their mind with no time for the children,
They plan to be a good parents in the future but until then,
They'll keep gambling and keep making money their number one priority,
Making money illegally and now you've hooked the authorities,
So morally, you suffer in your attempts to get rich,
But think quick, cause your plan to escape may have a minor glitch,
Fortune isn't a mandation in which we all get to choose,
Because placing fortune in the hands of a fool will ultimately cause you to lose,
Be wise in your decisions because life itself is tough,
Yet living life in general makes us all fortunate enough.