Bullets Shattering Reality

I am his change

Sometimes you hear me rattling,

You hear me scrape the get out of jail free,

As my god and the devil be a battling,

You open up and see the change,

Think that's not worth much,

That a dollar's worth a bunch,

But what's worth more change,

Or its use,

Compare to my gods change,

You have nothing,

I am tax the lady behind gives you to help you pay,

I am the small grace,

I am the coins dropped into the home less's hands,

I am the orphan's next meal,

I am the the unemployed saving,

I am the church boy's offering,

I am my child's tides,

I am the homeless' blessing,

I was flipped by your friends to see who starts the card game.