Things ain’t right today, and they have probably never been right – life is a gift, but there are major strings attached! If you were born into a very wealthy family, you might not benefit from this site; it is dedicated to cutting some of those “strings” attached to life.
I’d like to begin with this song I wrote in 1992:
Hey, anyone can see things ain’t right today
the problem is that everybody sees it their own way
you think it’s black and white, but I see it in living color
you think you’re living right while other folks are living in squalor
and it ain’t just ’round the world, it’s right in your city
if you don’t give a shit, man, your attitude is shitty
Hey, hey, what can I say?
Everybody wants to live their own way
Ooh, oh, what can I do?
I work hard for my living, why don’t you work hard too?
So that’s what it is, you’re the ant and they’re grasshoppers
while you store up your loot they livin’ large, they be do-woppers
it ain’t your business, just leave it to the coppers
just watch them bustin’ heads on the “crime stoppers”
the only way you know about the world’s reality
is from what the sponsors let you see on your TV
Well, well, you’re giving me hell,
what I can do for you I just can’t tell.
My, my, you want the sky,
don’t tell me all your troubles, you’re making me cry
Didn’t your mama tell you cynics never prosper?
you rig the system to keep power, working at cross-pur-
poses to the laws to spread the working people’s wealth
and the programs to guard the old folks health
which is kind of like saying if we’re good then just maybe
you’ll let us help each other – well, fuck that shit baby
it ain’t about tossing folks another welfare crust, just
want our promised legacy, some liberty and justice
you can’t say folks are free when you’re sticking them in jail
for smoking things that you don’t like, and setting a high bail
while the prosecutor lights up his cancer-stick so prissy
and the judge slips back to his chambers for another shot of whiskey