The Bling Bling Thing
You have a different car for every day of the week, but for some
reason it’s happiness you still seek.
You love your big and beautiful home, with acres of land for you to
roam.
You have plenty of gold and diamonds galore, enough to start your
own jewelry store.
You have lots of designer and customized clothes, what an
extravagant lifestyle you chose.
You’re living the life of a Hollywood Star, but does the wealth change
who you really are?
Living the life of the rich and the famous, feeling you’re real big and
no longer nameless.
Now folks come at you from everywhere, on your way up none of
them were there!
Now they come out of the wood work, it’s enough to make you
go berserk.
You have everything people only dream of, but all your wealth can’t
buy you love.
So many women want you it’s almost a joke, you think they would be
after you if you were still broke?
One of them wants to have the last laugh, to be your wifey so they
can claim half!
Who is your true friend and who is your foe? for you it’s like
“eeny-meeny-miney-moe.”
Money doesn’t define who you really are, neither does having
an expensive car.
Don’t get me wrong being rich is a good thing, but just remember you
are not defined by your “bling-bling.”
Copyright © Gary Tavares | Year Posted 2006
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