To Life
Don't be asking me that Baby!
What’s the reason for life? Not a clue!
Come from me, you, or the blonde on the tube?
She wants material to accumulate
Diamonds, soccer babies, big houses
Social climbs, and trips to Cancun.
And a life support system for a wallet!
He wants fast cars, toys of every kind
Power and money for nothing
And a big chested woman that don’t ask questions
It doesn't matter if she as fake as Barbie!
What a bunch of monkey brains!
Preachers say life is to temper your soul
Trouble is, which preacher
Muslim, Catholic, Baptist, or Buddhist?
They all talking like they know
What if they wrong?
Then what is the choir gonna sing?
Professors say for knowledge to gain
What knowledge you mean man?
Ain't no one true knowledge bout anything.
You ivory tower sitting fools!
No, forget the question and the reason baby
You a figment of the imagination
of some sucker that never held a spoon.
Preachers say life is to temper your soul
Trouble is, which preacher
Muslim, Catholic, Baptist, or Buddhist?
They all talking like they know
What if they wrong?
Then what is the choir gonna sing?
Professors say for knowledge to gain
What knowledge you mean man?
Ain't no one true knowledge bout anything.
You ivory tower sitting fools!
No, forget the question and the reason baby
You a figment of the imagination
of some sucker that never held a spoon.
Just live it.
@ Copyrights G. Jones 2012
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