Corperica
Corperica loves a brother held back
Forced into the ghetto forced to sell crack
If darkie ain't shining our shoes
He's still smiling as he sings the blues
Marked as ignorant and a national threat
Corperica hasn't looked into the mirror yet
If any Negro tries to rise above second class
Fight back to any whitey giving off sass
Corperica will fry him in the electric chair
What's another lump of human mass Corperica doesn't care
When the machines replace man
Absolute power will be in the hands of the Klan
White and ghetto trash thrown into the slums
Slaving away to survive becoming the hardest working "bums"
But when Corperica's power is complete
The riots will be coming to their street
Mediocre Middle Class Blues
It's hard to feel sorry for your cold
When plagues kill millions left untold
If you're overdrawn at the bank
And can't afford to fill up the tank
Just be thankful that you have someplace to stay
Then maybe you'll wonder why you were trying to get away
If minimum wage has got you annoyed
Think of the millions left homeless and unemployed
Do you think you're entitled to good fortune and good health
When it was a mere twist of fortune you were born with moderate wealth
Fish In The Sea
This is for my aborted love
This is for the one I let go of
On a dock with nothing but an empty pole and a wish
But the shallow end produces no fish
I never had any caught
But maybe I would have if I fought
But I can't catch by force or by lure
So I sit lonely on the shore
So my only love is the hope and the wish
As my bait catches my fish
Now I am still a lonely soul
Who remorsefully threw away his fishing pole
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