You can have all the money in the world
Money isn't always happiness
When you want something so bad
Money is what you have
I'm living in a third world country practiclly
You don't want what you have
You throw away the wealth
Keeping your madness instead
I want to be there for you baby
We can leave this place
get your clothes and your underground sounds
get your photos and whatelse
Money isn't the key
Money can't get me to like you
Don't offer me gifts
I want you to never leave thats all
Money is just an excuse
Money doesn't fit you
Money is greed
If you want me
Then tell me....
ice johnson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/money-5/
