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 © | Year Posted 2006

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