Who’s World Is This

Who’s World Is This

I heard a corporation bought it, and rents it to the rest of us, but I don’t believe it they tell me that I’m concieded for thinking that I’m the owner the logic I’ll never see it see it seems to me to be its so abundantly clear, that its not about the rest and yes I’v said it for years, hell I want my songs played in clubs for gays, because they’ve put love above the opinions of peers, if I could live like that, I could get my grin back, and probably keep it on for years and year, ya hear, no road, no map, no I aint scared, cause the fucking pioneers get the lions share, of course I’m more like a prophet than a profiteer, but my stock won’t drop though not for years, I said I’m more like a prophet than a profiteer, but my stock won’t drop though, not for years.

Who’s World Is This

I heard a corporation bought it, and rents it to the rest of us, of course I don’t believe it hell it seem the way they see it if they tell us we don’t need it then we’ll give it away, but I don’t worry bought there bullshit, I’m busy with my own shit, I’m busy chasing dimes, working shifts, and tryn’a own shit, still unknown zoned spitting that grown shit, that if its worth the trip its worth going alone still, I love to smoke and marvel at the sky I’v flown through, they play me at the parties, cool kids don’t go to, thats cause I keep it real like fuck the shit they sold you, so ditsey blond broads arn’t the ones I’m known to, a home to thought, a home to action, my mind is mine so fuck the ones laughing, weed in the wrap and knowledge on the track, if you don’t understand it who’s problem is that.

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