Millions - Billions - Trillions
Respect is what man ever need
But yet money come between it
To be able to do, to pursue the dream
To be or not to be
Who said money is medium of exchange?
Yet, exchange for good and services
But not exchange for your melancholy heart, your unhappy soul with your Sacred heart
If you have a heart of gold, doesn't mean you are rich
Millions - Billions - Trillions
How far a man trying to reach
And yet man fix their unhappiness with money
The color of green make man feel powerful
Make man feel they can do anything
But at last man lose their dreams blind by color of green
Stink of greed is all around us.
Surviving and comfort is man excuse
To be or not to be- -
Is not in your wallet, not your bank account
You think, life depends on the color of green
But if u look deep deep down inside your own soul and fresh,
Of red color of blood that flow through your veins
You will see that green is not the main.
If you ever found your own real reflection,
You will know where you be
Where your stand, when everything around you is merely real
It's illusion of your mind and emotions
If you notice sometimes- - you are blind
Blind by the color of green
Until you don't remember that inside your skin,
There are many shade of red run through your soul
-By Me-