life and debt, light a cigarette smoke the stress. Take a deep breath baby, lets rearrange the mess weve inherited. Alienated from what is rightfully yours and mine, land Is life, money is time paid for labor. Working eight to five, sometimes six seven eight. We come home and barely know the neighbors. Bills are usually late. Interest accumulates at a usury rate. Collection agency waits from Pay check to next one... budget like a noose. Working while we sing the proletariat blues, On 501-C3 community plantations. Non profit sector propped up to kill the movement For the changes in production relations. But woman youre my comrade, ride and die, revolution-making mother earth, Standing with me in the grocery line, While Im paying with a jar of pennies, nickels, and dimes. And I love how you dont like art without a message. I love it how you call some fellas on they fetish. Third world sister, never sacrificing substance for style, But stylish with a golden type smile. I love it how you organize with other strong sisters. Love it how you talk about tearing down the system Like a soldier, my dialectical reflection.Yes is the answer to your question. Life and debt, write another check to the landlord. No time to dwell on all the things we cant afford. Got a baby in the womb, a soldier for the future that were fighting for. Concrete conditions that Im writin for. The payback, its way past due, And they say that the masses aint ready but We know that aint true. You and I both children of Filipino immigrants From the same island, our ancestors smiling, Cuz we found one another in a strange land struggling. Moms tryin to tell us not to protest instead pray for peace, But that aint the nature of the beast. So lady grab the bullhorn and take it to the streets. Yellin power to the people, el pueblo unido jamas sera vencido Til the wealth is spread equal. You 21st century Gabriela Silang, Fierce like Lorena with a rifle in her arms. And I love how you love the people as much as self. I love it how you want redistribution of the wealth. Third world sister, never sacrificing substance for style, But stylish with a golden type smile. I love it how you organize with other strong sisters. Love it how you talk about tearing down the system Like a soldier, my dialectical reflection.Yes is the answer to your question. Life and debt.
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 13:15:02 +0000