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As Heaven and Hell, I have no wealth. My soul is rich, dear, Take my self. In place of thrones, I offer bones Superior to Precious stones. Unlike Gems and wreaths of gold,
There are those that stand upon the hill Getting everything yet lusting still Then there are those upon the ground Getting nothing making little sound
Just have fun Would have begun If my worries didn't leave my mind in a blurry A flurry of bad thoughts Sad thoughts of me claiming its my fault I fall and default to ending it all Nothing smooth
1. I saw a tomorrow bright and beautiful; where the lion roared and kept quiet for the purrs of the cat to be heard, And the rich and the poor ate from the same plate,
Everything rang in my old house The clocks and the doorbells And even the ID tags. Now I've stopped time And realize who I hate. At the Garden of the Gods. Have you seen me?
Land of the free and home of the brave. We take the world's pitiful and their worst. Freedom and happiness is all that we crave, The poor, however, are forever cursed.
Constantly America has shown its Strength Today however people have begun to lose faith The flag used to show hope for all Now the flag only waves on the riches call Here we stand together as they say
the dead leaves know so little the swine and their eager snouts scour the pile, although too brittle swarming minds with no doubts
(Businessman Perspective) Cold and hungry as I tried to find a place to rest, I finally see a small warm cafe at the end of the road. I started to jog and cross my arms in front of my chest,
Okay, this is a song too, so it's a little long... Pedestal The words twist with jagged edges, Barbed wire on their lips Glittering silver compliments
All we own All we want We forget What we got This stuff Not worth a penny It’s all loss See the reality You can take my money Take my stuff
Come listen to my truest thoughts and my truest feelings. While we are die-hard living there are people that are shining and people that are crying.
No one else Under its scrutiny Its light Because you are under it All of your faults on display Just out there Exposed And for EVERYONE to see But you must show them
The table stays the wood is grey a light sull yellowed tingy yellow brown when on the bench the hobo sleeps the homo weeps the political correctness steeps and for weeks and weeks
Bill Buxley was the richest man you’d see. He had stacks and stacks of money. He bought furs, cars, houses, and clubs, Tigers, casinos, shoes, and Persian rugs. But he was a vain man, never willing to share,
I am Bill Gates At least I wish to beileve that's true A high school drop out with fantasies that explains If he can do it I can do it too
Down the ground lookin' so low All i want to know will I go high, so high that I cant touch the ground? Stuck in this cage with ties that i cant abound I want to be more than this with my uniquness
There are certain things that just cannot be done. You can't sneeze with your eyes open. Have you ever tried imagining what those colors that are invisible to the naked eye look like?
They're selling "dreams" for the price of your soul. Wrapped in pretty green paper,
Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank Parents diving into their savings bank
Rich people have 2 houses, boats, expensive shoes, and an unnecessary amount of food.
Sweeping dust in the factory coughing out pollution casually making shoes for kids in the west each hour getting paid ten cents there is a woman in somalia each day she faces insomnia
I've lived a life that's safe. Free of rejection, and what come's with it...
They told me to marry rich,to marry "up."But we could make plans to live in cardboard boxes on city streets lined with blankets and flowers.
Debating with the sons of Republican Virtue Arguing humanity with reasonable economy There is no winner, only stock value- Running with the lost children of the trust funds
There they are. they're sitting in that car. I've never seen a Lamborghini before. yet there it is at my school. There they are. sitting in that house.
Why is it that Those of us that can’t afford A college education Are punished for trying? Why is the world saying Screw you For trying to get out And do more than our parents Grandparents
We sit on our cotton made, silk lined couches. We entertain ourselves by watching Hi-Def TV on 62'' flat screen televisions, while eating a hot homemade meal,
Open it up, see what it is, The gift wrapped in a plastic bag. Dirty hands, uncut nails tear at that plastic bag. Agreat smile comes, along with joy. That child, lonely and homeless,
The Dream Find it easy to get what you want Look there kids running away with apples that they just took away Does it seem as if people care
There is no greater felon, than that of the innocent bystander: He who sees... Does no wrong. Does no good. The person who witnesses pain and suffering and,
We sit idle upon our thrones, taking in our wretched domain. It's humor- ous how they scurry about as if it mattered, running faster and fast- er, pain and anguish and rust. How comical.
Just Listen… Just listen to the words I have to say ‘cause it just might make a difference to you and me
If I wandered into a bar and got drunk, I would leave feeling pleasured and great, Only to find my head spinning the next day. Surely there is more to life.
I used to meet you in the park. You had pride- you said. "This is only temporary. I'm looking for a job, Not living on welfare."
That one feast during that one time of the year That one moment when calories don't matter, we have no fear Across that one big table we can barely see Through that one turkey big enough for the entire family
You're exasperating, Mr. Brisbane! You wear a pointy hat and new shoes and an overcoat with socks, but you forget, sir, that you do not wear a moneyhat or a moneyshoe or a moneycoat or
You’re at a red light and a homeless man approaches you And you act like you have nothing when you’re sitting in your BMW
School is out of my budget But the rich love it The poor hate it Because I can't make it The rich laugh at my struggle While the poor support my hustle I live within my means
man you KNOW that ain’t your house on mtv cribs. I bet you don't even watch mtv. You and your girl each got like 3 kids, and both ya’ll together made less than 3 hits.
Bewildered and indulged The very select few Having everything, but want of more Which is sad, but true.
“ Mother im bored” “go play a game” “ I have played them all” “ go watch tv” “ I have watched it all” “ go read a book” “ I have read them all” “Go to the store” “ I have bought it all”
Life, So meaningless and rich, It withers like a dying flower And yields its beauty with, Yet richer than the richest golds And finer than the finest jewels,