It’s the land of milk and honey,
you fail to see beneath stars and stripes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
The lifestyle seems to come so easy,
lost within stories and stereotypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Just getting by is a catastrophe,
inflation and basic survival snipes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Left coast dreams east coast tyranny,
always seem to be surrounded by hypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey;
Pushing limits is what it was meant to be,
competition gives birth to prototypes;
Hard work holds prosperous and free;
Stay grounded and look carefully,
flooded with media and fancy teletypes;
It’s the land of milk and honey,
hard work holds prosperous and free.
Just take my hand, and
head for the Promised Land
A Land of Milk and Honey
and if we're short of money
I'll find the milk
for you, my honey
We'll live life together
in a land warm and sunny
sugar is sweet as sweet as honey
now that I'm broke & got no money
the moral of this story is to stay positive young G
living in the land on milk & honey
time has elapsed & it has for no reason
some say there's a change in the way of the season
lift your head high up in the sky be brave today
living in the land of the free & the home of the brave
you got to come up with a good rap in time
down on your luck to your last thin dime
the word on the street is you got to stay positive
love your neighbor and choose to give
someday your pay day will come
like a lost soul being out on the run
hear the bullets blast outside in the hood
homeboys out for no good
what we do today will be echoed in eternity
keep your head on straight and head for the main gate
the rich will always blame the poor
still nobody has a voice anymore
Choose to be the best young G you can be
living in the land of milk & honey
one day when your full grown you will see
the moral of the story is love making sweet history
Land of Milk & Honey.
The president has banned the verb “work,” there are no job seekers
or unemployed people, but those who administrate the state are on
duty. Since all is mechanized, digitalized and robotozied there is little
need for citizens to do anything, but receive a monthly card to spend
on food, clothes and other things, and they will be well enumerated.
At last the masses have been set free from the toil of labour.
They can sleep as long as they want, walk in the park or pursue sport,
meet in the evening and read poetry, with the understanding “work”
is not mentioned, ‘cause the state know some poets are insubordinate
and will try to sneak in “work” by calling it something else. If the state
censor find out the writer will be banned from all public gatherings and
not being able to buy yogurt till he repents and writes nice things about
the beautiful colour of plastic flowers, made by a robot called Rose.
It has taken mankind thousands of years to reach this stage of maturity,
and they will look up to the clear blue sky and say: “Truly this is Utopia.”
In the Land of milk and honey
where everything wears lights.
The people are perfect and shine like stars.
That is, of course why they are called such.
In the glamour you are entwined,
encircled and enam
You smile, and Times Square fades into darkness.
You cry and Lady Liberty wipes your tears.
I could never compete
I am not a flawless beauty, nor am I an aristocrat,
so I would never be your hearts desire.
But I will sit in the audience of average people
looking on at you shining on stage
teasing me with your utopian song,
knowing that I will never be the one your longing for.
I know I'm destined to spend my life watching,
wishing and wanting you.
Beautiful, immaculate you.
Loved by imperfect, inadequate, inferior me.
Incomplete
I've always had satin coated dreams. I always believed blindly in love,
romanticism and such and never wondered what it means.
I wanted romeo to win juliet and applauded his valor in the end. I wanted snow
white to be discovered by her prince and wondered why the witch was so mean.
I loved the of repunzel letting down her golden hair. In an effort to lead her
prince to the love that awaited him there!
So my dreams of love had very little to do with time or place. It was more looks
and space.
It was a dream born when I was a very young girl. So being idealistic is not a bad
trait to have in todays world.
So you don't have to be gorgeous and you don't even need money. All I require
for you to bask in my glow is love and you can share my land of milk and honey.
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