Sitting at his extravagant high priced desk Cheque book placed as the centerpiece Fountain pen reflecting the light prompt up with intent I hear the devil laughing Whilst his clients are waiting He ushers them in one after another Money like paper Can you feel his power? Day drawing to a close One more client Righteous and strong has become lost I wished he turned back Sadly at this moment he has become a nervous wreck Clutching his hands The dripping of his sweat Yes sir, no problem sir Like so many before him He might as well have dropped to his knees to beg Never would of thought that last client was his brother. Dear Uncle how close is my perception? Man made millionaire Don't get me wrong that's an amazing achievement My respect for that will always be there Though you were balanced once Can you see past your ever growing darkness of your selfish false satisfaction through your recent greed to be there For when the time comes for your family to see you without your cheque book To show us you still know the true meaning of the word care? Your ways have converted your brother and has got worst through the years Lifestyle, money, family and blood but now all i see is your greed All families intertwine Remember your brother's first love? She carried you through thick and thin Always by your fathers side Right up to the funeral where you didn't let her in You have a complete grip of your family now Right where you want them to be Waiting after you on their hands and knees All just to weak to see Now you have influenced your brother's eldest son Your Money will never influence me. |