Mom, Pop and a 9mm Glock

Used to be a farmer used to till the ground              
now my tractor’s silent              
i can faintly here the sound              
oh the memory of my father              
as I sat on his knee              
while he taught me the value                
of the planted seed                      
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 mom-and-pop grocery              
they moved in with their two kids on 2nd Street                           
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