They say if it don't make dollars,
Then it don't make sense.
People got their hands out to receive,
Yet hesitant to give,
Shake my head in disbelief as my eyes begin to flood,
Misfit, OJ's glove,
Dagger to the back like medieval love,
What is your self-worth?
Money is universal,
But only worth what's spent,
With that said anything that can be purchased is never priceless,
To be bought out by any that is worth less than that is worthless.
Think to yourself,
Open your eyes,
You were a gift to this earth at birth,
Therefore you were born a winner,
Inevitable sinner,
Created to be nothing less
than to be anything else,
So do you have a number or a purpose?
Lose the inquisitive thinking and be more decisive,
Believe you are righteous in your own ways.
Destined to walk in the glory ancestors paved.
Now are you perfect?
No but **** the minds that thought you were worthless,
Now does that make sense?
I am who I am,
No need to judge,
Can I have penny for your thoughts?
There goes my 2 cents...
By Sidney and Tien
I chose this title because things don't always have to add up in order for it to make sense. The value of happiness is always priceless, so don't sell yourself short.