The very light that trains your eye to see, is, only shows what is not
what could be. up here in the pulpit it’s a party all the time, it’s just a
way to make the unreasonable rhyme, it’s not personal you know it’s
just business man, it’s just the politics of an arrhythmic heartland, the
back scratching of this suspect symbiosis, the drop dead dow of the
Divide and conquer statesman with a demographic memory, tell them
exactly who to be, opinions; the hollow words of a parrot's talk, this
educated ignorance only walks the walk, it’s a little more than a shame
a little less than a scam, they don’t give a f*ck if you give a damn, he
turns every one into an us or them, he doesn’t want you to vote he
wants you to vote for him.
You talk like you’d sell your very own soul, to give your very own devil
control. so dogmatically duped you think your the answer, yeah you
think your the cure but your really the cancer, there is no doubt left
when you can be this right, your man has a vision; you don’t even have
hindsight, it’s a law of nature this unnatural crime, trying to go in two
directions at the same time.
I am a left handed middle man, all I do is the best we can, if I ran for
president would you vote for me, if I could look could you see.