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I must make up my mind today;
What to have, what to hold:
A poor man's roses,
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace,
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho'
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho' he's
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho'
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho' he's
I must make up my mind today
What to have, what to hold
A poor man's roses
Or a rich man's gold

One's as wealthy as a king in a palace
Tho' he's
she always stands by me

When I wonder why she loves me
She's always there to show me
She knows the value of a poor man's rose
When I wonder why
Hakins
Red Slovine Carl and Pearl Butlerand Cowboy Copus
Lester Flat Stringbean Jimmy Gateley Mel Street
Jim Reeves and Patsy Cline
I saw all the stars in
Man

An honest man with a heart of gold, stricken by his luck
All alone, not a single friend, and no one to love

If you had no food or shelter, just
To the rich man's bright lodges 
I ride in this wind 
On my good horse, I call you 
My shiny black Bess 

To the playhouse of fortune 
To take
Without you I'm a poor rich man
Shine your light angel from above
Spread your wings fill my world with love

You are everything, everything I ever
and he calls them honey
He says they are cute and he waves with money

Man of steel, you're so cold
Dirty Willy with your heart of gold
Man of steel,
Sold dope by any means all day

Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
? Who?
It seems that when you walk the ghetto
You walk wit' your own point of view (Look at that gold chain)
You judge a man by the car he drives
Or if
lost
Everybody knows the fight was fixed
The poor stay poor, and the rich get rich
That's how it goes
And everybody knows

Everybody knows the boat
Sold dope by any means all day

Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's very clear
That we gon' be rich forever, and ever, and ever
it looks like rain 

She got Tiffany earrings from a limejuice sailor 
Rich man, poor man, tinker, retailer 
Casey Jones working on the SP line
of fools and made the strong men weak
I know,wait a minute, lookie here
They take gold from the rich and made them poor
Take young foolish maden and made
Descending down the stairs
Jumped into the icy waters
Love and pity sent their prayers

The rich man, Mister Astor
Kissed his darling wife
He had no way
poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms no reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex cheerleader flipping now this nigga truth
make that money dance

Top Forbes, poor formal education
Top floors, cop rooms no reservations
Gold in my grave, half a ticket in my coupe
Ex
at the palace there to chauffeur him off. But, you know,
I'll bet some poor working stiff gets stuck serving the time Cause some get rich while the rest get by
of paper made

Every tree on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry

Nor could
see yourself above us
Standin' in the mud gazin' at the stars

But the rich and poor have in common
The common cold, the heartburn and the heartache
stride my son the world is yours

You can only find the gold by digging in the dirt
If your gonna play with fire,then you're gonna get burnt
You can