story of a coin
in its own word
raised in a mint
dent of 50 cent is what it gets !!!

separated from family
shining smile when its new
when opened eyes
stacked on bunch of faces like mine

thought i was safe here
uncertain ..where should i go
was in rabo-bank for a while
well i was not sure to smile

it was written 1999
and face of a lady close to mine
identity was fine
till i shine ..its pretty fine

they used me to get some
they used me to add some
they used me as tip
they used me to toss or simply flip

well i kept moving ..from hand to hand
well the whole world moving around me
somebody's delight ..somebody's took me light
as bunch of me could raise a fight

strange are my creators..who
are ruled by me
well they make the rules
they break for me

i am happy i am not selfish
i love to be owned
i have no reasons to mourn
my face never frowns

i see evil
i see good
i tried counting mine ..but
i wont change for a while

life of mine has been constant
i am happy about it
now i no more shine
stains and stains i all i have got

50 cent is my name
i am never unnoticed
i go back to mint
to get my new avatar

50 cent or more
its the stabilty i hope for
i see evryone after me
well nothing is in front of me

i will rest for a while
fire will cover up stains
but all i have no
pain or gain...

50 cent was and is my name



ciao

ashu