Half and Half
The purpose of it all is whatever you call it
A sight to fight
Future kicks drum on the basis of a
Single-pedal passion which creates the double bass
Buy out and own leases, collect precipieces
Are you willing to shake your booty and let it all get loose?
Blow Heaven’s door’s off its hinges like Bob Dylan, keep score
Coach yourself to success with woodward ambition
Reject heroes, they don’t care cause they’re on their own mission
Wish on a scar, and enjoy the star for what they are: a sight to fight
You’re not white, dude, check back ethnicity and reject ersatz identity
Wealth is a picture of the gap between your table and its filling
Decide if you will punch pictures of villains
Tough and rude, polite and shrewd,
Enough of that junk, give us back to you.
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