Poverty 28/7/07

Money can make a man feel better
Poverty can be the cruellest fetter
It can leave you alone with nothing to do
Except maybe to explore the darker side of you

Poverty touches me in every way
It has my Soul unable to play
Sitting here feeling decrepit
Wishing for the enthusiasm of the intrepid

I have a plan a resolution
To my poverty the solution
Yet impoverished emotion leads me astray
Has me close to throwing it away

The rock and hard place
The masses has to face
Everything a substitute for what we truly want to do
Being one of the many i want to be one of the few

I m going to express myself when i m there
Never forgetting i ve tasted unfair
Truly being all i can
Knowing what it took to become this man