Start Sharing All Your Stuff Sir, Like Mom Said.

You weren't bad kids you shared with others. you split the food with friends and brothers At birthdays you shared all you had, played with friends and saw your dad But somewhere once gone you changed your mind about sharing all your stuff, and you became blind Now your a greedy old bastard who'd negotiate with the poor keeping lots for you, you'd never give at the door You and those like you are slowing The FLOW to the lessor peons, you can rent by the store There is plenty for everyone only if we freely share but when we don't do it life here is not fair Sell what you got and give it where needed then you'll get why the Master's advice should be heeded All will live well with no fear of tomorrow NEVER A NEED TO BEG and NEVER ever ever BORROW