Pearse Doherty, Kendrick Lamar, and Money Trees

Every time I hear or see Pearse Doherty, the Sinn Féin spokesperson for Finance, I think of Kendrick Lamar.

Kendrick Lamar’s image pops into my head.

I can’t help it. In the last few years, I have spent a good deal of my music listening time listening to rap music. I love rap music and the stories-real and imagined-from the street.

Kendrick Lamar wrote a rap called “Money Trees”. It’s catchy, a real ear worm, with good lyrics. (I will set out the lyrics at the end of this post).

When Pearse Doherty, and his Sinn Féin colleagues like Mary Lou McDonald and Louise O’Reilly, appear on the radio, tv, or social media they are invariably castigating the government for not spending enough money.

There is not a cause or issue or concern for which Pearse and his colleagues fail to promise more money and spending.

And, naturally, money trees spring to mind. For they are the only way the promises of Pearse and his colleagues can be delivered.

It’s as if Sinn Féin have invented, or at least located, a money tree. One that will allow a person to spend money freely and with abandon and no concern for where the money comes from.

I wish Pearse and his colleagues would, just once, tell people where the money comes from. Tell them, if it is indeed true, that there is no money tree. Tell them that these promises are part of a political game.

Until then, the pavlovian response of my brain is to conjure up an image of a wealthy rapper whenever I see or hear Pearse Doherty and his colleagues.  And he is rapping “Money Trees”.

Money Trees

Song by Jay Rock and Kendrick Lamar

Lyrics

Me and my niggas tryna get it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Hit this house lick tell me is you with it, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Home invasion was persuasive (was persuasive, was persuasive)

From nine to five I know its vacant, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)

Back when condom wrappers wasn’t cool (they wasn’t cool, they wasn’t cool)

I fucked Sherane then went to tell my bros (tell my bros, tell my bros

Then Usher Raymond “Let it Burn” came on (“Let it Burn” came on, “Let it Burn” came on)

Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Parked the car then we start rhyming, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

The only thing we had to free our mind (free our mind, free our mind)

Then freeze that verse when we see dollar signs (dollar signs, dollar signs)

You looking like an easy come up, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

A silver spoon I know you come from, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

And that’s a lifestyle that we never knew (we never knew, we never knew)

Go at a reverend for the revenue

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you do

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that’s just how I feel

Dreams of living life like rappers do (like rappers do, like rappers do)

Bump that new E-40 at the school (way at the school, way at the school)

You know big ballin’ with my homies (my homies)

Earl Stevens had us thinking rational (Thinking rational, that’s rational)

Back to reality we poor, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Another casualty at war, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Two bullets in my uncle Tony head (my Tony head, my Tony head)

He said one day I’d be on tour, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

That Louis Burger never be the same (won’t be the same, won’t be the same)

A louis belt will never ease that pain (won’t ease that pain, won’t ease that pain)

But I’ma purchase when that day is jerkin’ (That day is jerkin’, day is jerkin’)

Pull off at Church’s with Pirelli’s skirtin’ (Pirelli’s skirtin’, Pirelli’s skirtin’)

Gang signs out the window, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

Hoping all of ’em offend you, ya bish (ya bish, ya bish)

They say your hood is a pot of gold (a pot of gold, a pot of gold)

And we gone crash it when nobodies home

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you do

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just fuck your main bitch that’s just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, say fuck them niggas that you came with that’s just how I feel (now, now)

A dollar might, just make that lane switch that’s just how I feel (now)

A dollar might, turn to a million and we all rich that’s just how I feel

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way

Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No way

Be the last one out to get this dough? No way

Love one of you bucket-headed hoes? No way

Hit the streets, then we break the code? No way

Hit the brakes, when they on patrol? No way

Imagine Rock up in the projects where them niggas pick your pockets

Santa Claus don’t miss them stockings, liquor spilling pistols popping

Baking soda YOLA whipping, ain’t no turkey on Thanksgiving

My homeboy just domed a nigga, I just hope the Lord forgive him

Pots with cocaine residue, everyday I’m hustlin’

What else is a thug to do when you eatin’ cheese from the government?

Gotta provide for my daughter ‘n’ ’em, get the fuck up out my way, bitch

Got that drum and got them bands just like a parade, bitch

Drop that work up in the bushes, hope them boys don’t see my stash

If they do tell the truth, this the last time you might see my ass

From the gardens where the grass ain’t cut, them serpents lurking blood

Bitches selling pussy, niggas selling drugs but it’s all good

Broken promises, steal yo’ watch and tell you what time it is

Take your J’s and tell you to kick it where a footlocker is

In the streets with a heater under my dungarees

Dreams of me getting shaded under a money tree

It go Halle Berry or hallelujah

Pick your poison tell me what you do

Everybody gon’ respect the shooter

But the one in front of the gun lives forever (the one in front of the gun forever)

And I been hustlin’ all day, this a way, that a way

Through canals and alleyways, just to say

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that’s just how I feel

Kendrick, just bring my car back, man

I called in for another appointment

I figured you weren’t gonna be back here on time anyways

Look, shit, shit

I just wanna get out the house, man

This man is on one, he feelin’ good as a motherfucker

Shit, I’m tryna get my thing goin’, too

I’m going to Marilyn house, just bring my car back

Shit, he faded

He feelin’ good

Look, listen to him! (’cause you got a big ol’ fat ass)

Girl, girl, I want your body, I want your body, ’cause of that big ol’ fat ass

See, he high as hell

Shit, he ain’t even trippin’ off them damn dominoes no more

Just bring the car back! Did somebody say dominoes?

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Alex Kristian Scally / Kendrick Lamar Duckworth / Victoria Garance Legrand

Money Trees lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc

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