Money Grows on Trees

Money grows on trees

We live in a land where a piece of paper defines a mans worth. A piece of paper I said, separates a man who has a heart that beats, lungs that breath, legs to walk, eyes to see, lips that smile, and a soul that feels what is real out here in this world from another man with a heart that beats, lungs that breathe, legs to walk, eyes to see, lips that smile, and a soul that feels.

A piece of paper man.

This piece of paper can't
Talk. At least not literally...besides if money was not so high on a pedestal then the phrase "money talks" wouldn't even exist. But it is on a pedestal...and keyword "if" right?

Yeah, I know what your thinking.

Money can't feel.

But it can keep you from crying huh?
When times are hard and you don't know what your next move is gonna be...and you break down because of the fact that you got a 6 month old baby at home who needs some pampers while your mother is in the emergency room due to health issues from old age which could easily be fixed with a nice lump sum of cash...and right out the blue you get word that a great amount of money is shortly coming your way.

I bet those tears gonna disappear right where they at.

But you see it won't the money that saved you.

It was the Man that made those rain drops that evaporated over the years by the sun that He placed in space and formed those clouds that poured that rain back down to the earth that landed on that very same dirt that became when He created this exact ground that we all walk on each day that saved you..and as that rain soaked down below it watered that seed that many years ago some farmer or the wind or even a bird placed in that position and gave life to what is now a tree that provided the necessary ingredients for that piece of paper that is so highly worshipped in this country.

I ain't even gotta tell you who created the farmer, the wind, or the bird because you already know.

As I was saying
We have access to all this land on this earth and all these trees and beautiful things yet we fighting over the product of a tree.

People are dying.

Getting killed by their very own brothers and sisters because of some paper. All because of some paper.

My momma used to tell me that money didn't grow on trees ...

She used to say boy money don't grow on trees you got to earn what you take to live how you want out here and I used to feel her.

But mama I'm sorry because money comes from the very same thing that's been growing on the side of our house all these years... from the very same ground that my ancestors came from before money was even thought of and I won't let it control me anymore.

one day we gonna have to pay a price and
That money gonna fade away like a tree deprived of water.

Don't let it be your currency.