Rigged (on the death of Elie Wiesel)

When will the world learn?

Angry about aging.
Angry about nothing ever changing.
Rigged systems, trickle down economics
and nothing trickling on us

silly rabbit
these tricks were made for kids
with a capital K
the ones living
up on a Hill

whose sons never go to war
just stanford and harvard
making friends whose friends will all
be somebody some day

my son, yes, he's white
and still
had a momma with no desire
to live off the backs of others

i ran away down south
dropping out the only way i knew how
i joined the 3rd world willingly
and laugh about it now
knowing noone from there
would do such a crazy dumb ass senseless thing

as give up luxury
give up running clean water
give up macdonalds in all its forms
and tarjetas de credito

at 20%
25%
that's .25 for every dollar.

and we're back to the rigged system.

in which you can't get ahead
you can only get behind
and

i'm angry at my scowling face
angry the beauty that's lost
drowned in anxiety
trying to feed my family

i want nirvana...NOW.
i want messiah...NOW.
i want to know how to be in the world

seeing as how there's no world
that will have me.

no matter in which one i find myself
i'm only playing at being
wondering when
my real life is ever gonna start.