Poem written in song form

Man whom condemns man to be ill
But as i look i see goodness still
Men whom pronounce men divine
I see sin and selfish mind
In those with health that forever hurt
Opressed by their weakness
I see them flirt with the idea that life is dirt
Seeing destruction before they see a smiling face
It is a wonder how these kids still say grace
I see the man with healthy heart
stomach full wife and kids but i see he is on his money gaurd
I do not read what I cannot see in the face of adversity
But know that when you look at me its only nature to write a summary
But i dare not draw a line
between those that men call ill and divine
For who am i to tell who is who and what is what
when God has deemed us all equal sons

Hook
Ask me who I am doing it for? Who am I doing it for?
I am doing it for noone noone noone

Chorus
I do it for the money
I do it for the money
Chorus

If i ruled the world I would feed all HIS sons
Protect all His daughters
Take every criminal of nature and put them to the slaughter
The rightouness in The soul bearings
Talk to me in my sleep
tell me to turn wrong into right
and free all his sheep
One by one bless them with the lambs blood
Wash away thier sins and start all over again
Turn the cheek to those who can see with a blind eye
And walk tall to those who can stay humble in success
and keep their head high when in distress
Money is what we decide it to be, life death or liberty
But we have grown this green king to be the opressive villian of tyrany
To live happily we must see
death to all things greed
so i sing

Chorus
I do it for the money
I do it for the money
Chorus



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