Jeremy Ivey Someone Else's Problem Lyrics

You say the world is getting smaller and you've got no place to stand
And the Law is getting taller and it's shadows force your hand
And you wanna make a difference but you'd rather have it made
And you preach the sin of green while your pockets getting paid

And you're nodding in agreement when you hear the prophet speak
And the words of equal measure you're so eager to repeat
But you don't seek the answers I guess you already got um
And all the trouble in the world, it ain't your problem

You say it's such a shame all the families on the street
And you hold your children close when you pass the place they sleep
And you wanna give them something but you don't have any cash
Besides you know you pay your taxes, the city should clean up all this trash

You've got deadlines and dues ya know the truth it ain't that funny
The kids need their tuition and you're not made of money
It's a shame their at the ladder, it's a shame they're at the bottom
But the weight that brings them down it ain't your problem

You said you'd live with nothing and you want to give it back
You tried to walk like Ghandi, while the cloths upon your back
Are made in third world sweatshops with synthetic golden thread
But you're opening your eyes with all the scriptures that you read Now you're working 40 hours it's too late to change your name
You're just trying to scrape by between the gears of the game
And you've made a few donations, so they would not be forgotten
And you've done the best you could, but it ain't your problem
And you go to sleep at night while the grief swims in your head
Before your kids can go to war, they're killed in school instead
But that's the way the west was won, in this godforsaken land
By the cigarette in their teeth and a pistol in their hand

So you drive your car to work and you watch the climate change
You think of all the immigrants who's children have been caged
And the poor son that was murdered cause some racist cop just shot him
Forget his mama's pain, cause it ain't your problem

The Yankee's fought the rebel the Arab fought the Jew
The few fight the many and the many fight the few
Yeah, the Christians fight each other
The buddhists fight the fight
While the right blame the left and the left believe they're right

And it started in the home, between the woman and the man
And it's always been that way, ever since the world began
But all the holy wars, you know the dead already fought ‘em
And they're really no such thing as someone else's problem