You taught me Papa,
that the way to heaven is paved with lack and tears
that they who wear finery will never see the street of Gold.
You taught me that blessings come from God,
You said I only need to commit to prayer.
......
Money
money, the root of all evil,
who wants the root when you can have a couple branches
A shoulder to cry on should smell like mint
From blood and sweat we make this wealth
But character would keep the flow
A woman can have them all and a bit more
Streaks of poverty could be my woe
......
Money
money, the root of all evil,
who wants the root when you can have a couple branches
A shoulder to cry on should smell like mint
From blood and sweat we make this wealth
But character would keep the flow
A woman can have them all and a bit more
Streaks of poverty could be my woe
......
You taught me Papa,
that the way to heaven is paved with lack and tears
that they who wear finery will never see the street of Gold.
You taught me that blessings come from God,
You said I only need to commit to prayer.
......