Money doesn't buy happiness, when your forced to play life with poker chips.
Gamblers remorse is life's only real course.
Its destined of course, there's no deception or force, straight from the mouth of there gift horse.
Greens par on this course, this economical resort, for the gifted sort, your money's too short.
You hear there retort.
Bounce towards that court, and dribble sport, no aid for your sort.
There actions fickle, so you come with a fist full.
Suspenseful
There left with no resort, at least there logic supports.
Its Concrete floors, for you and yours.
Reinforced steel doors cant feel remorse, on the other side, is you of course, no pass for this resort, just orange jump suits, dress code enforced, a state resort.
Greed filled ears are deaf to tears, there prison society cheers, they just cashed in your years, big business here.
None to fear? or reluctant to hear?
Doesn't matter were all imprisoned here, no money to speak of, so they refuse to hear, but my plans clear.
To challenge the challenged, enrage the caged, engage the wage, minimal efforts a shame, get off the porch, light the torch, welfare checks a last resort.
Your living life like it's uphill, fighting each and every bill, wondering if your children's stomachs are filled, just swallow down another pill, and slowly slide back down the hill, hit the bottom with a spill, landed in your own landfill.
Its Filled with broken dreams, and schemes, there sewn together at the seems, each ones linked to all you mean, a last resort is what it screams!
Fucking life obscene, horrific scenes scream to be seen, I'm uplifting roots, and flipping truths, a dollar bill linked to a toxic spill, yet there still screaming drill baby drill. A global landfill.
Funded by bilingual singles, speaking to themselves and answering back.
Just waiting for the masses to react, to attack, to fight back, but the weapon they lack, educational fact! Motor skills too slow to react, constantly sipping on that yak, or smoking that crack.
Someone needs to do something, that's a fact, these words I speak they might confuse, but what I hope is to consume, to resume, the function of thoughts and views, to save this world for me and you. If not for you then will kids do?
A dream yet to ring true, I guess these words will have to do.
A last RESORT, from me to you.
