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I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected I wish that I came from an edgier place With taxis and transients up in my face Where you write what you know and you know what you write Will be hailed as the second coming There's a buzz on the streets where you grew up homeless And begging for change Well, I'm begging for change Cause we're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for Seventy and sunny and one for the money And two for the show on my lily white way There lives a black man, the seal has been broken And they marvel at how he's so very well spoken He must be a doctor or something productive His body let go, but his color seductive And all of the women, he's touching their lives While they're safe at home touching themselves And the men, they just love that there's something, anything happening at all Behind bedroom walls Cause they're hung up on crosses and obeying bosses And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for Seventy and sunny and one for the money And two for the show on my lily white way There's the sixties throwback who misses the Dead She's a liberal at heart but conservative in bed And she held out on Starbucks as long as she could But the mom and pop store in our neighborhood Well, the workers all look down their noses at her She'll go broke trying to please them with tips So she gets to the corporate run coffee shop early Where the smell of it hits Before it reaches her lips She's bearing the crosses of neighborhood losses And the uninspired and semi-retired She's seventy and sunny, but it's one for the money And two for the show on her lily white way We're hung up on crosses and old Pagan bosses And there's no inspiration, just appreciation for Seventy and sunny and one for the money And two for the show on my lily white way A little destruction makes way for construction The city expansion holds traffic for ransom And brand new brick buildings, of those I am certain Will leave our lives so much more sterile than urban And welcome the progress or be overrun Every third house a pool, every second a gun And on Saturday evenings the doors open wide It's a neighborhood waltz That's the neighborhood pride And dresses disheveled from dances with devils Once hung up on crosses, now flipping off their bosses And everything is funny and it's one for the money And two for the show on their lily white way One night of living is Sunday forgiven All for the show on our lily white way I need inspiration, I'm so disconnected I look to the streets, but they're so disinfected |
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