No matter whom you are
No matter what we’ve got
You’re no better then I am
So please, don’t like a big shot
You may drive a fancy car
Your house may sit on a hill
But when all is said and done
All you’ll behind is a will
Your pockets may be filled with money
All your jewelry made of gold
But not even all your riches
Can stop you from growing old
So please don’t flaunt all you have
You see, it isn’t very nice
What good is it going through life?
With a heart as cold as ice
We all get our just rewards
Come the judgment day
I know that I won’t have to worry
Is that something you can say?
1-1-11/RJH
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