West Coast Connection Forum
Elements => Tha Studio => Topic started by: TraceOneInfinite on July 10, 2008, 04:54:52 AM
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I don't have a dollar...
but I got some smiles for the people
You got a million dollars...
but no smiles for the people?
I got a girl....
but no home to take her
I got love in my heart....
But my mind's on something even bigger
We help the weak and watch the weak get weaker
We preach for the sick, but the healthy ain't gettin nuthin either
Spendin vital resources chasin ambulances, watchin violent movies
But why not change the course and chase after good health and beauty
We cry out for the indigent's protection
But why not give props to the strong and chase perfection
Are we jealous of the refined
and content with the ugly...
We complain so damn much,
even if it's 80 degree's and still sunny
God lookin down, sayin "what you people want from me"
This markets going to run it's course and say "fuck the poets"
You can make a murderer sound like a hero
But when he's dead the dude is still zero
So what's the moral to the story, does my rhyme not make sense?
Naw, this is just some musings from a dope-ass individualist.
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Oh shit, that was tight. Every one of them fuckin' lines. :o 8)