You have never been a relation of mine.

We neither owned a mint nor a mine.

No wonder we most of the time were broke.

Poverty lashed us like the pangs of a stroke.

We got used to it like our share.

Nothing great but rare.

Money is not my relative.

I treat it like a negative.

Amass banks full and with an overflow.

Yet ours is nothing above but below.

Money takes you on trips a far.

We remain in the bush covered in moss and fur.

Money buys great property and wealth.

We wallow in freshness and health.

As you move in hospitals so dear.

We lack in the bush without any fear.

Money is not my relative.

I treat it like a negative.

As you trade to have resources increase.

We are down there and problems decrease.

Money is full of advantages.

Yet in the dark are disadvantages.

People kill for money.

Money result in cheats and  phoney.

Money is not my relative.

I treat it like a negative.