Only the Poets - Marc E. Bassy

Enough Fortune 500, that’s some shit that could plummet

Wall Street, that’s some shit that’ll flood soon

And I know they say that greed is a man being a man

But really that’s just the costume

Real us it’s justice, no court room

And the real us it’s joyous, but we mourn too

And real us shake hands and make plans and make bread

And real us just dance and fist fight 'til we dead so

If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

You know them colors, they don’t run

But girl you sexy in them

You don’t know nothing like you Miss America

And you know I like to stay out late, drinking with the fellas

Maybe I’ll see you there and I’ll take care of ya

The real us, we share lighters and secrets to

The real us, is medicine, get each other through

The real us, remind the world you got a give in

At some point, to the things that you love to do

'Cause

If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival

If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival