Them that’s got shall get
Them that’s not shall lose
So the Bible says and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Yes the strong get smart
While the weak ones fail
Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Money, you’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding around your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Money you’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding around your door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Here just don’t worry about nothing cause he’s got his own
oh and all those things you realized
were nothing more than a memory displaced through
so the story's told beyond our grasp
we were climbing forever an infinite task
shoulders straining with the endless toil
we're nothing more than a feather moving in the wind
I want to change everything
I want to change everything
I want to blame everything on
oh and all these seeds will grow anyway
even though the outcome we cannot say
so you'll always have your time to shine
even in the winter of your darkest hour
in the depths of my gloom
I crawl out for you
from the peaks of my joy
I crawl back into
tearing me down every time you smile
every shining time you arrive