Money doesn’t mean a thing

Money doesn’t mean a thing,
To my youthful mind,
It’s all about respecting,
My very own rhyme

Finally I see,
My words don’t go by the dollar in the hand,
Instead in the heads of those who see what it’s really all about
Of course it’s nice to hold in your pocket, that’s money,
Too bad it can’t hold you tight,
When you cry from some fight.

Look in the mirror, who do you see?
Is it a person who is real?
Or a fool who can’t deal with the truth?
This world isn’t about what’s in the pocket
But what’s in your heart,
Which keeps us from falling apart.

It is I, who knows the value of my own words,
Not some chump who doesn’t seem to realize
That in this great big world money doesn’t
Breathe in and out,
Instead sometimes creates doubt.

Did I just move your mind or make you see,
It’s not about a dollar instead it’s about what the mirror sees?
When I die my words will be used,
Hopefully not by a generation who abuse
Years from now what will I see,
Will I be looking down from heaven above or deep under the sea?
Look at my words,
Tell me what do you see?

Today’s the day I see what I’m going to do,
Touch hearts, move minds,
Then still learn the great prize of the human mind.

I’m just being who the mirror sees,
A poet, a dreamer, and a believer of mankind
One day this world won’t go by the dollar,
Instead holler with the sky
Because we finally started to see
What it’s all really supposed to be.

I can hear it now the things people will say,
As they gaze upon my fate
What a person he was,
Who knew what it was all about,
He didn’t cry or even shout
Instead I wrote down these words you read
With my broken heart,
And mental seed.

Keep your mind open for the truth at hand,
It’s ok I’m taking a stand
It’s not about money that’s in the hand,
But instead what’s in the head
Man you must be joking if you’re crying,
Because money is all you want,
You still think that’s what it’s all about,
Don’t worry it’s never your fault
I’m sorry my friend you still don’t see,
That’s it’s all about integrity.