I work my fingers to the bone
Only to give it to a rich greedy person
The cost of living breaks me down
The economy only seems to be worsening

The upper class with multiple fancy cars
Have not a dime to loan a beggar
While honest citizens work long and hard
Only to slave, pay bills, and suffer

Every time pay day comes around
Superiors execute a mandatory stick up
Their treasures and possessions abound
Rubbish is all that's left for me to pick up

I flip over the couch for change
Only to find useless material
I beg the debtee for a few more days
While waiting on God to perform a miracle

Still in my heart I am content
As I thank a God for another blessed day
Once every penny of mine is spent
He sustains me until my next payday

I'd rather have a heart of gold
Than to have a heart of stone
While having money is the ultimate goal
I'd never set out to harm anyone

Compassion makes the powerless rich
Poor morals make the ballers poor
While all they have are gadgets and glitz
I'd rather be poverty stricken with morals