And I want to be angry

And be in the streets

And I want to make change

And show as an artist I have range

And the thing of it is

I have work on Monday

And class before

And if I work enough hours

I’ll get a cold from going to work and school before

Up on my feet, standing for hours and sore

And if I say what’s on my mind all of the time

I’ll be in line at the food pantry

Because I made my boss hate me

And that’s if I don’t get kicked out of my apartment

because I missed school and work

from the cold I got that I didn’t go to the doctors for

because I didn’t make enough money

it is a tale as old as time, honey