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What It's Like
Everlast
We've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your
change
The hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
He asks a man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"Get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies
But god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the
blues
Mary got pregnant from a kid named Tom that said he was in
love
He said, "Don't worry about a thing, baby doll
I'm the man you've been dreaming of."
But three months later he say he won't date her or return her
calls
And she swear, "God damn, if I find that man I'm cuttin'
off his balls."
And then she heads for the clinic and she gets some static
Walking through the door
They call her a killer, and they call her a sinner and they call
her a whore
But god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose
I've seen a rich man beg
I've seen a good man sin
I've seen a tough man cry
I've seen a loser win
And a sad man grin
I heard an honest man lie
I've seen the good side of bad
And the downside of up
And everything between
I licked the silver spoon
Drank from the golden cup
And smoked the finest green
I stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
before I broke their heart
You know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start
I knew this kid named Max
He used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
He liked to hang out late
he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
Until late one night there was a big gun fight and Max lost his
head
He pulled out his chrome .45, talked some shit, and wound up
dead
Now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this
pain
You know it crumbles that way
At least that's what they say when you play the game
But god forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'Cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose
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The Fake Use of the Word 'Free'
by Meyran Kraus
We need our daily fix of watching famished millions dying
for aid
So we'd shake our heads, horrified, and put on a masquerade
But minutes later, we'd admire some noisy ad for a car
From a tedious conglomerate that'd like to keep things as they
are...
Oh, what the hell, someone has to sell to the muddled mass;
Hey, making a change might mean actually moving our collective
ass.
We like to ride the kids for smoking too much hash and having
sex too soon
Though the more we nag, the less it seems to really change their
tune
And the simple fact that teens feel like shit is no priority
"Hey, it's not in their heads but their hands,
Then cuff'em and toss 'way the key"
So we blame it on weed and TV Guide and everything else but ourselves
And we seem to forget what we had our kids go through
When they were twelve
Oh, what the hell, close'em in a cell, maybe then they'd learn
Our unneeded honor, pride and rigid opinions are things one earns.
I caught a high priest strip
And a Republican tip
I heard an archduke fart
I saw Oprah shrink
And Britney Spears think
I heard Bush say something smart
I found the evil in love
And the beauty of death
All around the globe
I had some tea with Buddha,
Took a voyage with God
And looked up Allah's robe
I surfed my conscious mind in an effort to find who I truly am
What a bitch it is - to reach the final ease, I got to give a
damn...
Not so long ago, the US, don't you know, backed the Taliban
Saying, "The fucking Russkies back the other side,
So we'll take a stand"
But when New York was attacked, they went out of whack and changed
their plan:
"The Soviets were right; Hell, let's all unite and bomb
Afghanistan!"
So civilians are killed; the fresh Kabul 'regime' is almost just
as vile
They can't even make it through the week, while we stock money
in piles...
Oh, what the hell, let's huddle and yell: "God bless the
USA!"
Go wave a flag, nobody needs to hear the truth anyway.
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