Tainted Window

How can I drive between the streets,
So full of pride in my Mercedes.
When if I just lower my tainted window,
Glimpse of my true country, starts to show.

Money.
Feels awkward to have it.
When not everyone else does.
Equal amount.
Idealistic.
Maybe yes.

Or going up the ladder.
Getting the abundance.
With understanding.
Like earning money.

That spending money, an art.