Saint Augie's Rap

"There’s things ya should be doin’ And folks ya could be helpin’ Blind ya ought to be leadin’ It’s not alright If they’re bleedin’ Do more than just readin’ An’ dreamin’ ‘bout some eden - a distractin’ illusion- a selfish wound ‘gainst compassion But it gives A warm feelin’ So ya shun The conclusion That when yer not busy being born yer busy dyin’ But ya go on lyin’ Always denyin’ The truth that’s a lion prowlin’ in yer Palace of Indulgence ‘bout to pounce On ya peace ‘n’ ya elegance While ya blinkers of greed ‘n’ ya blinkers of sloth Stopya from seein’ death encroachin’ ya too busy poachin’ from ya neighbours ‘n’ strangers ignorant of dangers so ya just keep on gettin’ on too far in to get off High-rollin’ Steam rollin’ Ya just have eyes that devour that live for the hour that thrive on the flavour of personal gains while ya hidin’ your assets From the capital gains-man It’s a game man Yer need to advance man Up the ladder man Gettin’ fatter and fatter til the snake’ll take you slidin’ To the hell yer been makin’ Then you’ll be doin’ the shakin’ no mistakin’ you’ll be achin’ Yearnin’ in the burnin’ With a yen for a dollar- yer guts’ll be churnin’ you’ll wrench at ya collar as ya face up to the Fate ya were chancin’ by unheedin’ my advice: “Keep walkin’, keep addin’, keep advancin’”