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-