Green bills.
Money doesn't bring you happiness.
whoever said that must have been filthy rich, or just plain dirt-poor.
because, let's face it, only a person that sleeps with a full stomach,or just starving out of his sanity would say something that stupid.
worst of them are the snobs, they ones that think themselves better than others although they are already behind their bills for the second time and almost living on the street.
hope your fake brand bags would feed you when you're sitting beside those you kicked before, the ones begging for help form strangers on the sidewalk.
you won't get a second glance.
ever since preschool my memories have been about my mother coming home exhausted with some dollar bills she earned working the whole day for minimum wage. the laundry sitting on the dryer, and dirty dishes in the sink. the ones i used to make my own meal.
you think people that say money doesn't bring happiness burnt their fingertips trying to heat up milk when they were in second grade?
i really doubt it.
their kids don't go to school with torn jeans and charity lunch.
no, because they think only lazy people bring poverty to themselves.
they think poor people drop out of school because they do not want a future.
no one offered to help when i dropped out of high-school to get a paying job and try to buy my mother medicine.
all they did was judge and whisper.
sitting here in my cell. all alone. they wonder why i didn't tell anyone.
simple. they didn't ask.
people end up in prison for the bad deeds they committed.
they call you evil.
they call you a thief that robs banks and steal money that doesn't belong to you.
if money doesn't bring you happiness then why are you so upset i tried to take some of it to help my mother?
because people see you as a failure to society, wearing the black ski mask and carrying a weapon into the doors of the air conditioned building, looking out of place the moment i stepped in, with my torn blue jeans and raggedy black jacket.
i scream at them to stay down.
but, as luck would have it, i ended up in this cell, and my mother is still sick, and we are still poor.
yet they still judge.
they say what i did was wrong and money is root of all evil.
no.
if you helped me in the beginning i would still be in school.
i would still be with my mother.
i would still smile.
but you didn't because you are selfish and hypocritical.
don't tell me money makes people evil.
people make people evil.
whoever said that must have been filthy rich, or just plain dirt-poor.
because, let's face it, only a person that sleeps with a full stomach,or just starving out of his sanity would say something that stupid.
worst of them are the snobs, they ones that think themselves better than others although they are already behind their bills for the second time and almost living on the street.
hope your fake brand bags would feed you when you're sitting beside those you kicked before, the ones begging for help form strangers on the sidewalk.
you won't get a second glance.
ever since preschool my memories have been about my mother coming home exhausted with some dollar bills she earned working the whole day for minimum wage. the laundry sitting on the dryer, and dirty dishes in the sink. the ones i used to make my own meal.
you think people that say money doesn't bring happiness burnt their fingertips trying to heat up milk when they were in second grade?
i really doubt it.
their kids don't go to school with torn jeans and charity lunch.
no, because they think only lazy people bring poverty to themselves.
they think poor people drop out of school because they do not want a future.
no one offered to help when i dropped out of high-school to get a paying job and try to buy my mother medicine.
all they did was judge and whisper.
sitting here in my cell. all alone. they wonder why i didn't tell anyone.
simple. they didn't ask.
people end up in prison for the bad deeds they committed.
they call you evil.
they call you a thief that robs banks and steal money that doesn't belong to you.
if money doesn't bring you happiness then why are you so upset i tried to take some of it to help my mother?
because people see you as a failure to society, wearing the black ski mask and carrying a weapon into the doors of the air conditioned building, looking out of place the moment i stepped in, with my torn blue jeans and raggedy black jacket.
i scream at them to stay down.
but, as luck would have it, i ended up in this cell, and my mother is still sick, and we are still poor.
yet they still judge.
they say what i did was wrong and money is root of all evil.
no.
if you helped me in the beginning i would still be in school.
i would still be with my mother.
i would still smile.
but you didn't because you are selfish and hypocritical.
don't tell me money makes people evil.
people make people evil.