Satan Has No Love for the Rich

No love for the sinful rich,
a dark god annoying like an itch.


Fight to keep jealous feelings away,
so I look to God and pray.


Told not to focus on them,
the wicked, rich Them.


Advised it wouldn't be good,
they don't do what they should.


Once leaned on a righteous God to bless,
but now the backsliders don't confess.


Anointed with a false light,
godly things they put up a fight.


Desire to buy everything in sight,
push away God with all their might!


Got plans tonight, got plans,
doing devious things with ungodly hands.


Thought I wanted to be rich,
thought cash would satisfy my itch,
but then I hear people call a rich woman a "B*tch!"


Rich in mind, body and spirit,
Satan has a fit, declares one a misfit.


Deceived lovers of money,
look for thick, sweet honey.


Recruit black and yellow bees,
reminded money doesn't grow on trees.


From the looks of things,
there are plenty of six rings,
while the A-list entertainer continues to sing.


One day Satan will say, "Put up..."
But the blind will ignore and say, "Shut up!"


Give up anything to get something,
hope, wish and pray,
another one will lose a life before a birthday.


Nicholl McGuire