Free Breeze

        Free Breeze            12/30/14

Can you feel me, alone, without a home

It became a house a foreclsed loan

Without a job, it's time to roll

Like a free breeze,scatters trash, in the streets

Some land in the gutter, some land in the trees

Yea, we can blame it on, the market kings

But, the blood in them, is the same as me and you

To be on top, you have to roll over fools

Without a conscious

It's easy to make, or break all the rules

The world ain't fair, what keeps it going

Is those who care, and always share

What they hold on to, can't be bought or sold

Their interest, is a debt, they haven't recieved yet

Nor a place where the market kings go