You own a big home and an expensive car
And to find one quite as wealthy one would need to travel far
Your wife and son and daughter own brand new mercedes as some like to say
Money speaks every language it does seem that way
Your new friends in numbers every day seem to grow
But who your true friends are you do not seem to know
In thinking this way you are not wrong to me
I cannot say on that with you i disagree
It is when you are living in dire poverty
And homeless with life on you tough as can be
Financially and spiritually and mentally down
An outcast on the poorer side of the town
Where from the journey to success for you seems a journey too far
It is then you will know who your friends really are.
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