Money or Friends

Money and friends walk hand in hand
Understand that in the end, you're not the man
But the one they run to with a hand to grab
They're prospects digging in you, for a last chance
Stealing your will to survive in a deceitful glance
This is why the good are poor and the rich advance
We're stuck in the sand, left alone in this land
Because its our nature to give to our fellow man