Hug You All On The Other Side

Learn To Live

Hug You All on the Other Side

Falling Apart

New Freedom Summer

Over 50 years ago, the King had a march, a spark of hope on the National Mall
‘Talkin ‘bout a dream, freedom had the chance to ring behind the momentum of the squall
But time goes by and the more things change, the more things seem to stay the same
But Instead of trying to fix it, with love and understanding, we just fixate on where to place the blame
If we’re to judge a man by the character inside, instead of the shade or tone of his skin
We ain’t never gonna change from stubborn pride when all sides lap up their chosen spin
Righteous indignation, we’ve all been wronged it’s true, but what will it take to finally see?
If you listen brothers and sisters, you’ll hear Solomon say, “If one of us is chained, none of us are free”

	
	Ferguson Blues, Whoa, Whoa
	I’ve got the Ferguson Blues, Whoa, (Hands Up) Don’t Shoot
        I’ve got the Ferguson Blues, Whoa, Whoa
        ‘Cause We’ve got nothing to lose, Whoa, Don’t Shoot

	
Some folks say the poor need get off their asses and get a fast food job that pays
From their cubicle on someone else’s time and dime, on the internet they like to rage
They go on about laziness and lack of work ethic but I think something here’s out of phase 
‘Cause they’re the same damn people who say a fast food job was never meant to give a living wage… 

“Staggered by the winds of police brutality”, but we’ve made this dirty bed where we lay
Now the protesters and cops, they’re all mixed black and white, but it’s no better at the end of the day
‘Cause we still divide each other, based on culture, faith and color, but there’s a meaner beast roaming the halls
To the monster we created, “we the people’s” overrated, we still bicker as the chaos calls

And see we the little people, we’re all fucked in this together, 99% and growing each day
‘Cause both left and right are wrong, in the game we’re just pawns, to the 1% and of the same
Can’t see it half empty, no chance at half full, when there’s nothing left to swill from the cup
What good is it to teach a man to fish?, when all the streams and rivers have dried up…

	


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