Monthly Archives: December 2016
No man is rich enough to buy back his past
Our leaders make us fight, we don’t know what for
You and your high top sneakers
I’m so sorry
Empty anthems
The strength of the nation lies in its youth
Every day, it’s just the same
You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey
| My son said, Daddy, I don’t wanna go to school |
| ‘Cause the teacher’s a jerk, he must think I’m a fool |
| And all the kids smoke reefer, I think it’d be cheaper |
| If I just got a job, learned to be a street sweeper |
| Or dance to the beat, shuffle my feet |
| Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps |
| ‘Cause it’s all about money, ain’t a damn thing funny |
| You got to have a con in this land of milk and honey |
Is this really the way it is, or a contract in our mutual interest?
My life is a hashtag 