What You See Ain’t What You Get

Over in the alley, a black man’s just walking. He was trying his best, to make it through the day. While around the corner, some banker is stealing. So whose neck you think they’re, gonna kneel on today. There’s so many people, with not enough to eat. But the farmers must dump, all their crops on the ground. While rich folks keep laughing, at poor people suffrin’. Just try to stand up and, watch ‘em kick you back down. Foreign countries control, greedy politicians. All the oil and the land, and the money we need. Yet in innocence we, believe America. Is still home of the brave, and the land of the free. Freedom don’t mean nothin’, just a word on paper. A word we let become, much too foggy and blurred. Just go and take a look, down there in the gutters. See them soldiers that gave, arms and legs for that word. They fought to preserve those, words penned by our fathers. So old white men can’t keep, the poor people oppressed. Now, who will stand up for, those that are rejected. Sorry to say they’re just, out of luck I guess. What you end up with are, people that are working. From sunrise to moon and, then back the other way. Just to make a few coins, jingle in their pocket. To buy some food to make, them feel good for a day. So hurry up there boy, give his ass a licking. Before he lays off a, couple thousand good men. The wages he’ll save will, make him a nice bonus. So that he can avoid, paying taxes again. We can march and protest, just as much as we want. It ain’t never going, to change a God damn thing. In another four years, the rich folks will gather. To start spreading their hate, and lies over again. So that they can elect, one more politician. Who will trick you into, thinking he’s working for you. But all the while they will be stuffing their pockets, With gold for doing what, rich folks tell them to.