Hey Baby cakes
If I stand and take in all of you
And you know the only parts that I'm talking to
The big picture says your are good guy
And the finite is in my face
So much so that my mind can get displaced
This is scary shit for us peons
And fear is rampid in the air
Gocery prices are rising fast
And it really feels like no one cares
I'm glad you guys are wearing jeans
And you keep this thought in mind
Down here on the south 40
Where most of America really dwells
Things are not so rosey
And the air is starting to smell
The air has a static that's gonna reach a peak
Then people are going to violent
And really hit the street
This isn't the 1929 culture
They got that violence beat by 10 score
And when it gets really bad
Revenge is what they're coming for
I swear the places you pick to live