Lend me a Hundred, 
all I need is 1Thousand.. 
 
So many are feeling sad, 
because they think 
they aren't much for the lack of things had 
And some even bitter 
because of riches they've yet to finance 
 
Others stuck on ignorance 
walking around, 
stoned on an evil trance 
And the good ones suffer even more, 
let alone the artist 
always stolen from 
and yet to receive the stated advance 
 
And the hating never quavers 
just look at the present behaviors...
And people are being stood up 
businesses that were loved 
now only hold their employees up 
cheating the pay, 
forgetting to place the overtime, 
needed time, and the benefits lack 
Leaving so many thin at the pockets 
gas prices, gauging grocery taxes 
leaving no room for wanted lockets 
 
Thin art the giving, 
sturdy is the weight 
of the price on living.