When I get rich Imma do this...

This one might not even rhyme,
Psych, I speak thoughts from my mind,
Once I get real rich, Imma do this,
Starting a new company,
No loans from a bank to exploit and own me,
Upfit vehicles and hire ex-felons,
To build vans so the homeless can dwell in,
Then buy plots of land,
Where they can park their vans,
So mothers with daughters can have this,
And fathers with sons can pursue happiness,
No charge for wi-fi and electricity,
In exchange for cleaning the city,
Use the the revenue from municipalities,
To payroll their salaries,
All across the country,
Moore Life will do something key,
So when tragedy plagues Haiti (again),
I'll ship in fleet of Moore Lofts for free,
With cots, potable water, heat, and AC,
I'll even throw in a TV,
Home ownership should not be a commodity,
When I get rich, Imma help people and build a global community.