We've been here...at least 5000 years... I can't get over what seems to never end!... The rich, the ones who HAVE...always getting! The poor, who scrimp and save...Always some kind of slave. A rich man does a DIRTY deed...He does not bleed. Money pays his way, each and every day To cover hide or mask his sins... He is then always...a GREAT man.... Then you take an average bloke Who works real hard but takes a toke Gets arrested...to jail he goes And where he ends up...No one knows Cause no one cares you see... He is NOTHING Without money.Birth sign: Pisces
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