About Me
Well relationships change,Oh I think it's kinda strange, How money makes a man grow.Some people they claim,If you get enough fame,You live over the rainbow.But the people on the street,Out on buses or on feet,We all got the same blood flow.Oh, in society,Every dollar got a deed,We all need a place so we can go,And feel over the rainbow. But sometimes,We forget what we got,Who we are.Oh who are are not.I think we gotta chance,To make it right.Keep it loose,Keep it tight.Sometimes we forget who we got, Who they are.Oh, who they are not.There is so much more in love,Than black and white.Keep it loose child,Gotta keep it tight.
