If you could know how much I earn
I'm sure to see you blush!
To earn the stripend that I do.
I look at you
From high above
In my success
And say to you
"poor thing, god bless"
As greedy as I am
I love to drown in bling!
Unlike you-so poor and common!
Picking up coins from the floor!
I'm sorry mate
I'm not to blame!
Come see my flashy car
Awash inside with leather
I saw the battered wreck
That thing you drive
Your old banger friend
Its such a dog
Clanking out its dialogue
I shall live
In gleaming wealth
Floating in gentle stealth
As for you
My hard-up mate
You'll fade away
A slave to fate
Surviving on the welfare state!
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