Come clothed in ears, hear what I have to say

Poetry’s songs are quickening inside me

I pick them up where I left off

Wisdom’s songs are still within

 My mouth is filled with songs, songs of wealth

No hurly burly here, only songs of wealth No matter how rich the richest are, I tell you

They can not close their eyes in sleep

They spend their days chasing money

The daily hustle makes them toss and turn

Too busy to sleep at night

Too busy to sleep in the day Deep-drooling sleep is the lot of the poor

How can it be that those who gain success

Reap no benefit of sleep?

You make it in life and all you chase is death

Buying peace of mind, you’re on the prowl for trouble In fairness, they say, the earner is never broke

The earner always has money in their pocket

Money doesn’t wait around for the idle

But surely money should earn you a little break

Why why why chase money to become its slave

And dress our bodies in strife   Out before the sun not back before midnight

Gone again by dawn 

On the hustle every waking minute Help me tell the rich folk 

To stop poking fingers in Death’s eyes

A little work, a little rest, is the best way Tell the wealthy to make room for rest 

Gain silver hair before their time is up 

The one who doesn’t stop, dies young  We came into the world with nothing

Leave with nothing in our hands

Let us stop living a life of haste