Have They Bought Out Yours

Chilin in my Nannies basement No money for rent Right now that only ok Because on top of that We can’t live together either But I want you to know I’m trying the best I can Seems right now to me You need money for everything Yet it can’t be found among working folk And though just trying to make ends meet Pollutions and Corporations gluttony them selves with greed Revenues they feed on all that folks make Till all that is left is pennies and some det Then they will steal every last penny from your pocket I hate to spit it But I got some savings It was suppose to be for us Yet at every turn gluttony greed slaves sprout up What have we come to? Nothing is free Not ever love For they have put a price on that too So I take a step back Big pitcher style I’m hoping I can figurer this *****out I’m not preaching or story telling I don’t want these words to be weighted down with emotions I just want my words to go the way a river flows Speaking what I see and seeing what I speak All on one page I can’t say what this will mean to you Only what it means to my self Perhaps you’re stuck Small frame small minded brain trap Then agene Perhaps you are right But still I keep the big pitcher in zoom Have faith it will all work out They could never bully faith out They haven’t bought out the love that I have Have they bought out yours?