The more the money goes around,
some places pay them off by the pound.
Some have gold,
Some have green,
So actually do come off a tree.
No more poor,
Far more rich,
Money always helps you out a ditch.
Money comes in brown,
Which reminds me of a town,
that died long ago underground,
to a man in silver coating.
Money comes in black.
Sometimes it is many numbers.
It's in your face everyday,
Sometimes on your payday.
Weekdays for paydays.
Money comes in personality,
Money makes fame,
It also lessens the pain.
But instead you put on a mask,
To show others you have lots to gain.
Sometimes cost you cheap thrills.
Money can kill,
Making lots of hospital bills,
But your end is almost near,
Pray to your favored god my dear.
Money makes graves,
That is if you have it.
For money comes in all colors,
Sadly it's a bad habit,
For those colors to be tainted it in red.
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Baal-Berith's Bedtime Stories & Lullabies
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