As a youth I desired riches and finer things:
like private liners and waiters catering wine to dirnk,
designer rings that are rocky like Colorado Springs
and ghetto queens on stilettos in fashion magazines.
So many things you can purchase to renovate the surface-
but what's the purpose?
What's your purpose? The reason your put on earth has got to be
better than nine-to-fives and full agendas.
Everyone is trying to escape the daily grind like a broken blender.
Look (let me give it to you straight), all things will pass away;
chasing after the material things will leave you stranded on a island,
like Tom Hanks-Cast Away.
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