Jan 22, 2007 09:40
There ain't no reason things are this way
It's how they always been and they intend to stay
I can't explain why we live this way, we do it everyday
Preachers on the podium speaking of saints
Prophets on the sidewalk begging for change
Old ladies laughing from the fire escape, cursing my name
I got a basket full of lemons and they all taste the same
A window and a pigeon with a broken wing
You can spend you whole life working for something,
Just to have it taken away
People walk around pushing back their debts
Wearing pay checks like necklaces and bracelets
Talking about nothing, not thinking about death
Every little heartbeat, every little breath
People walk a tight rope
On a razors edge
Carrying their hurt and hatred and weapons
It could be a bomb or a bullet or a pen
Or a thought or a word or a sentence
It makes me wonder if people realize how much damage their actions cause. And if I've caused any damage with mine.