If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a friend.
That's just the way it is, and always has been,
from the very beginning and to the very end.
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a friend.
If you think that's funny, the joke's on you;
cause when you're down and broke, you know that's true —
Friends are mighty few!
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a chance.
There's never a warm smile or a friendly glance,
to raise your fallen spirit or rouse your sullen stance.
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a chance.
If you think that's funny, the joke's on you;
cause when you're down and broke, you know that's true —
Life is not for you!
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a prayer.
The cab's at your curb, but you don't have the fare;
the world's at your fingertips, but all you grab is air.
If you ain't got no money, you ain't got a prayer.
If you think that's funny, the joke's on you;
cause when you're down and broke, you know that's true —
Brother, you are through!
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R U Outavit
R U Outavit loves to attend poetry readings and truly believes that to hear the voice of the poet can be a life-changing/life-sustaining experience. R U is a founding member of Fire Of Prometheus, the legendary poetry performance troupe...
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