I hardly ever check the weather
but at least it brings us together
when it rains,
it's supposed to wash away our pains
forever rid us of our childhood stains;
it's time to grow.
All of a sudden
the great safari lands are flooding
Presidents shake hands then do nothing
no one understands;
it's time to grow.
Pharrell's got such tiny eyes
shake your ass, girl, sell their lies
why change the world when you can spread your thighs?
no stones are hurled at my glass house when i hypocriticise;
it's time to grow.
They say there'll be space travel soon
so while refugees starve,
we'll carve faces into gravel on the moon
don't say "refugees", they're people, if you please,
and F.U. "G"'s and F.U. too
no, God bless U2
and Bob, we miss you,
yes, Buffalo Soldier, we miss you
chip on my shoulder but no real issue
wish i was older;
it's time to grow.
It's time to switch off this world of fake pretend
there's no such thing as anonymity
when in close proximity of the end
you're the enemy when there is no friend
it's time, i know that times are strange,
it's time to grow, it's time for change.
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3 comments:
wow....
"why change the world when you can spread your thighs?" Seroiusly????
Love the whole 4th paragraph!!!!
makes me wanna spend less time in front of the telly and more time growing.
but in the words of some old actor dude, "Television informs and inspires."
change that!
U hit on some realisms there old man... "They say there'll be space travel soon so while refugees starve, we'll carve faces into gravel on the moon". Say I could co-sign that on a letter to NASA. Why does it have to be so really? For some to have too much and others not enough!! Why?????
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