Lorraine Peterson Poet Lyric

Tax Time

Count the money in my pocket  

Count the coins for my eyes 

Count the dollars my daddy gave you,  

For when the Angel's say goodbye 

 

 

Remember, my momma told me when I was far too young to know 

That there would be senseless people everywhere I go 

Asking for my answers, asking for my time 

Each and every one of them blaming me for crime 

 

Just as if I had the answers, for things they thought I knew 

Then they took my memories, claiming they weren't true 

Creating things for charity by billing working kids 

Causing future havoc, that the world must now rid 

 

Count the money in my pocket  

Count the coins for my eyes 

Count the dollars my daddy gave you,  

For when the Angel's say goodbye

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