Used to be a farmer used to till the ground
now my tractor’s silent
i can faintly here the sound
that memory of my father
as I sat on his knee
while he taught me the value
of the planted seed
used to be a milkman used to be your friend
something I’ll never be again
i was a teacher used to mentor kids
really thought it mattered then it all came to this
had to buy the pencils, paper and the chalk
now we hide in closets from a 9 mm glock
made a good living used to pay my bills
those Corporations came in bought up all the fields
took away my farm took away our right
to a better way of living didn’t even come in the night
we let them in the front door
with their teeth so pearly white
begging us for money
to put a dollar store at the light
i used to be something
i’m gonna damn well be again
time to have our say put this to its end
i’ll teach my children about that planted seed
the pride when you look down
at your knuckles when they bleed
can you see that tractor running
through a field of amber waves
that’s my daughter driving
can you see her dreadlock braids
they closed down that dollar store
we got ourselves a organic grocery
heard they do a fantastic job give back to the community
i’m still not a milkman
though I got a job driving truck
now I deliver groceries fell into a little luck
went back to teaching
cause teaching that’s what i do
started funding schools
the way we should always do
this is where I live
the land of hope and dreams
if we can’t all have a shot
then what does it really mean
let us all stand together
it was made for you and me
