The Means of Life

As a teen we all have dreams

Dream of love, happiness, and riches

To find Paradise

Everyone needs it, everyone craves it

You need it to live, you need it to find peace

Without it you're dead, with it you're king

I never wanted it, wished it wasn't a need

The hatred of power and greed made me weak.... They told me to make it

They told me to live it... Money.

Just working for nickels dimes quaters and ones, What was the point for a few greens? 

I just wanted paradise without all the needs

Time flew by with only couple hunders in my means

Wanting more and more then ever before

Finally understanding why the power of greed, Isn't as bad as it seems

Using money to make my dreams. Yearning to live in paradise 

Money and greed isn't always bad, as long as you give back to the ones in need