To the mirror I shall take myself br To the mirror the pressures will die br As I see into the flame inside me br And I feel the truth in my eye br br Richer be the man not with gold in his pocket br But with freedom in his mind br For a man with gold might be quite bold br as to buy what he cannot afford br But the free est of minds with vigor and Pride br Can live on their own accord br br For the bend at the end of the road that you mend br might straighten out in the end if you try br But the money you reap while losing all sleep br Will never buy back your life when you die br br For what we call living is more than just giving br up all of your hopes and your dreams br For being free is so precious to me that br I'd turn down your money in streams br br All your stealing and wheeling and two-timing dealing br Won't pay of your debts at the end br But nothing so sweet that'll lift up your feet br Like the love of a good hearted friendbr br Darryl (Daristotle) McMillanbr br