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Ode to the Black Sheep
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(Whoa) bah bah, Black Sheep, have you any wool?
“No, because the IRS took all my gold.
And now I can’t afford the taxes to manufacture coats.
You think you understand my struggle
but you’ll never really know
how this job won’t pay enough
for me to feed my family.”
Tough to be here in America.
(Whoa) bah bah, Black Sheep, how you gettin' by?
“I’m working three damn jobs,
I'm working day and night.
These embezzlements and settlements are getting old.
And now I can’t live at home because my family hates my soul.
The reason why I cry seems to be the reason why.”
We’re stuck in the land of the free.
Oh, then the Black Sheep said:
“Now, why do you hate on me?
There is no progress gained through animosity.
I’m workin day in and out to support my family
And you’ve got 15 billion dollars but you’re still mad that we’re hungry.”
The help won’t come from them:
The so-called “upper 1%” who's “made in America."
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I fell asleep on the train
somewhere between home and Kensington.
And no one there knew my name.
Some lady had to wake me up by poking me with her cane.
She said “hey son, what’s your dream?”
Oh, I was in the middle of a conversation left unsaid.
She said “well, tell it to me.
It’s better off than stuck in your head.”
So I said...
I’m counting you as a win.
I have no choice if I ever want to love again.
Like holding on to the wind
And losing my grip the second that I begin.
No doubting you were my sin,
the kind I’m gonna pay for regardless if god exists.
I feel the same in Fairbanks.
I feel the same in Berlin.
No longer running in place.
I couldn’t sleep on the plane
somewhere between home and where you’re not.
When I was running away
you caught me red-handed attempting to shake you off.
Never succeeded or defeated the demon inside.
That’s why your wrote your own Ticket To Ride.
I understand it was unhealthy to stay.
It’s been a long time coming.
You’ve been a long time going away.
No longer holding on to the wind.
I’ll probably never even see you again.
Transcend space and time.
No longer holding hostage a friend.
I bet you wonder just how far I would bend.
Give me space in my mind.
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cuddledrug Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Rock band turned vehicle for advocacy.
www.cuddledrug.com
Love everyone.
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