Creating Creators

You help a brother out.

Help a sister up.

Running over don’t bother you

You with that tipped cup.

You’re going to fuck it up.

See, if plans come true

And all folks do

Exactly as they promised.

We’d all be dead cause

In someone’s head

They planned to slap some sense into us.

Throw us off their bus and

To avoid any fuss they’d

Hide our body in the economy section.

They’d win their bet then

Pretend it was a guess

And they want just the best

For us and everyone who looks like us.

Oh Lordy they want what’s best…