Psalters Rich Man And Afghanistan
i had my good things you had your bad
my skin stayed sterile to the sores you had (Lord have
mercy…)
i distracted my eyes so your Image wouldn't last
I didn't hear the prophets cuz i was talking too fast
Now my tongues dryin up like i'm the "rich man"
Smell smoke start to choke…it's approaching fast
I'll come to Lazarus now before i can't pass (Lord have
mercy on me a sinner)
"it wasn't me" they said as the missiles sped at houses
they fled while afghanistan bled
"it wasn't me" i said as i sat well fed the newspaper
read they've but grass for bread
And we eat ourselves to death.