By Chief DK
As a kid, all it cost to live was a stick in the mud
Trade a stone for a kiss, a chip for a hug
In the times when fireflies lit the yard like sparkling suns
How priceless it was to once have been young
Although still youthful, 22 now, to be truthful
It’s hard waking up from a dream believed to be beautiful
Or so it seems, too naive to comprehend rent
Bills that become demons, possessing change to be spent
Feeding the Hell of this nation, ran by Devils of debt
No refunds or exchanges, just innocent blood that is shed
Might cost but a dollar for a thirst to be quenched
Wrap a tie ‘round the collar for meals and a bed
Awaiting the ends of these chains to be met
The system demands, “Be peaceful, mouths will be fed!”
Police feed the people; bellies full of lead
See, receipts are deceitful, what is the cost of death?
Reparations do not cover the graves that are left
As a gratuity, or a tip; to never rise against
Enslaving to credit as the only line of defense
Free the folks on minimum wage living check to check
Organize the hope, set on a debt to collect
A liability to be balanced
The price that must be paid
For the cost of living
To fight another day
