MONEY

A soul mate for exchange, As small as can be , Travel from place to place, but has got no legs luring men to evil. A coloured paper with faces we ascribe late. Money, the root of all evil It's got no hands but wrestle It's got no legs but travels Yet answered all things. You gather in queue just to get (ATM) yet you stand alone to spend it. Be wise and invest wisely Though it's a bed of roses, it's also thorns amongst lilies. Go to the ants oh yeah sluggard Consider Its ways and be wise Gain wealth and invest well the ants gather in summer and enjoys in winter Money It's a test It can never be trusted its only a tool When you get it never forget it's creator, God Give to God what belongs to him Never be a cheat , Cos ownership is a myth Everything we own and everything money can by isn't ours Cos it's God's money Budget and plan, so you don't answer mind questions after you are done spending You will give account on the last day Cos we are managers of God's money Money a coloured paper with the faces of death men and signatures of unbelievers.