Thursday, January 3, 2008

(TPS) money

I go from hand to hand in this land
what i see and i know i wish i could tell, scream it loud
They fight and kick and even commit,, crime's to hold me in thier hands
crumpled in a pocket
torn and faded doesn't stop it

I am the most famous, ever wanted
Ruling you and all the rest to never ease
Do what you will to have me near

on and on i will go
Death and wars fought to hold the most dear in this world
I will always rule

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