Written by S. Kattan, my bro's old band..
Keep in mind he has a really cool voice, ugh wish i could explain the rhythm..
Four in the morning, the sun not even shining in your
eyes yet when you face the east
But bet this I'm awake and i'm motherfucking pissed
Roll out of bed after i give my pretty wife a kiss
and rubbing my eyes to awaken me I slap my cracking cheeks a bit.
Drink a freezing mug of coffee that I brewed the morn
What for? That slave driver works me to my
core, till I'm sore, and if I don't he'll throw me out
It's not enough that he already calls my
wife a fucking whore?
What's more, I'm upset that the water heater broke, but it don't matter anyway because
the shower doesn't work. I don't shave because some
scruffle will save me from the burning devil rays of
sunshine heating up the morn.
I put my jeans on, a flannel, some boots that hurt my
They say I stink, but who said the smell of
poverty is sweet?
I spend on food the only little money that I keep from fourteen hours in the field and
only four hours of sleep.
Head out the doorway knowing that the day beholds no hope, working for
slave drivers is like hanging on the rope.
I choke on the stench of ddt that smokes the field that I will
This ain't no fucking joke and I ain't no fucking moron.
The grapes you eat I picked them with
my bare, arthritic hands, made a forest from the
desert by irrigating sand, broke my back and bent it
backwards to be treated like a man
But I still don't get respect 'cause that ain't in your master plan.
All day i work and night I pray so both my corpse and
mind are strong, but still they're passing
propositions telling me I don't belong.
And though I try to speak your language you won't listen to my song
because your heart is cold just as the day is long.
Throngs of migrant workers flow in on boats in rivers
full of blood.
You say you're gonna build a dam but you don't want to stop the flood.
You want to harness all it's energy and to irrigate the sod.
This child cannot be spoiled but you refuse to spare the rod.
With my flesh all raw and red blood bled to feed your
cows, which you hold more sacred than a human anyhow,
and instead of me eating pork you feed my children to
the sows, so fuck you, one day I'll rise up and go pow
Because peace love and happiness ain't working
for me now.
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