It’s Alright Man, I’m Only Saying

it’s all a game some play for fame.

Some put thier companions to shame.

some say they came, saw and conquered.

I say it’s all lame.

It’s

alright

man, 

I hate it.

you hate your job, wonder what it’s all worth.

Digging your own grave, talk about paid dirt.

curtains close, shows over, rumor is you went the same way as Kurt.

no one at the funereal, know you don’t hurt.

It’s

alright

man, 

I can’t be late

beginning in your ending.

drugs help you cope with the day, reality bending.

sunrises, another day you’ve spent sinning.

diggin your future grave, your boss, he’s grinning.

work the weekend, he’s got golf to be winning.

it’s 

alright 

man, 

fuck being great

first day of school. 

they call you the fool.

everyday your stage, play it cool.

take one too far, they start to drool.

look in the mirror and to reveal the real fool

it’s 

alright

man, 

you’re only eight.

summer after summer stuck in class.

No grades to pass

10 years later, time gone too fast.

all those classmates they blew past

it’s 

alright 

man, 

this next one takes the cake.

local town bummer.

Stuck in the hot Georgia summer. 

stealing and looting sure beat your pockets being dumber.

hit the gas station, burning rubber.

turn the corner, it’s officer sumner

it’s a sad song you cover.

it’s 

alright

man,

it’s only fate

world spins, suits grin.

Clowns frown all over town tellin stories bout how you got in.

Pastor says a new way everyday while you’re in the pin

Possessions, passions, passed to next of kin

A judge away from forgiveness of sin

too bad you got the wrong color skin

It’s

alright

man, 

it’s only hate.

society yells.

you try and tell. 

they ring the bells.

you slip, they never forget you fell.

no way up from this living hell.

it’s 

alright 

man, 

it’s ain’t the pearly gates

pastor preaches acceptance.

while expecting full blown repentance.

you tell him you need god, he tells you about man made sacraments.

Gods independence lost in man made deliverance

it’s 

alright 

man, 

it’s only fate.

rich poor, don’t matter to me.

Don’t care what you be.

only care how you see what you see. 

you wanna be on TV?

titties better be double dees

society profiting off of difference like brand equity

sows division like it’s what it means to be free.

you see I’m just like you, only I’m me.

it’s 

alright 

man, 

I’m only a little jaded

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