Have Nots Frozen Heart
This cloudy morning they're up today
another shit waged Sunday hand in hand the underpaid
the under-appreciated serving you till two or three
the families in the freezing picking bottles off the street
the after-glow it was glowing bright
but the reality of the empty bottle's quick turned off the lights
because there's the lady, the shopping cart
crying in the freezing but she doesn't have a frozen heart
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years
evolution doesn't instill fear
because they have an appreciation for the common man
with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
complain today and for the rest of your days
spitting in the faces of the people who cater to you
consume the world giving orders
to the souls with the hearts that are drowning in the shit wage
blues to you, this imbalance is serving right
corporate america sucking out the life so your kids won't have to fight
for nothing, while laughing at the lady with the cart she smiles
and waves because she doesn't have a frozen heart
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years
evolution doesn't instill fear
because they have an appreciation for the common man
with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
the sound, the struggle, barely hanging on
it's the song you never sung and it's the only song they'll ever know
sound of the struggle when they're barely hanging on
it's the song they've always sung and it's the only song they'll ever know.
they're grinding with the gears, they have for years
evolution doesn't instill fear
because they have an appreciation for the common man
with bottles in their hands it's the end for most of them
the sound, the struggle, barely hanging on
it's the song you never sung and it's the only song they'll ever know
sound of the struggle when they're barely hanging on
it's the song they've always sung and it's the only song they'll ever know.
