Paper and Ink

Let me drop some truth about this thing we call wealth

It's like a double-edged sword, it's bad for your health

Money talks, but it also corrupts

Turns friends into foes and dreams into dust

It can lift you up, but it can drag you down

Make you feel like a king or just a clown

But when the bills pile up and the debts start to creep

You realize money ain't nothing but a dream that's cheap

Money, money, it's a complicated thing

It can make you dance or make you sing

But in the end, it's just paper and ink

Don't let it control you, don't let it sink

Some say it's the root of all evil, others call it power

But when you're broke and hungry, it's your darkest hour

It can buy you fancy cars and designer clothes

But it can't buy you love or heal your woes

It's a game of haves and have nots, a constant chase

But it's also a tool to uplift the human race

So let's use it wisely, let's spread it around

And remember that true wealth is found in what we've found

So whether you're rich or whether you're poor

Remember what really matters, what's worth fighting for

'Cause in the end, when all is said and done

It's not about the money, it's about the love