Mark Beal Poet Lyric

Eminent Domain

Eminent domain

The money is all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
I said the money's all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
feels like dragging a heavy load
accross the the earth spinning out of control
run by people that have no soul

aint know doctor gonna kill my pain
feels like our world is gonna burst into flames
my God how I wish it would rain

no work today
soon I'll have no place to stay
because I can't even rent this cheap
their gonna put me out on the street
my wife my kids and me
and I can't wait until my God claims

eminent domain

my God how I wish it would rain
is anybody else feeling my pain

I guess this is what happens
when you charge poor people usury
and all of our lenders are guilty
now how do you like the penalty
stiffen your neck and your gonna find
that this is only the beginning
now all the tax moneys thrown out and wasted
and I'm out on the street stone cold and naked
think your heaven wont be my pain

now the money all dried up like the grass on the side of the road
my how God I wish it would rain
let the humble receive their rights

eminent domain

eminent domain

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Carolyn Devonshire February 28, 2009 at 1:23 PM Mark, EVERYONE is feeling your "pain." Beautifully expressed thoughts, especially "dried up like the grass on the side of the road." Well done! Carolyn