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The Long Game


 

Disillusioned by joy strangled by decadence   

White rich kid anthem ringing from their edifice    

-Walk in -

            Its’ like a magazine

                        every dream

                           apple pie and haute cuisine

                                     Better then we've ever seen 

but grand daddies cash bought them a big stash

So we sit on the floor 

                laugh-en as their alcoholic mother gets smashed

                               Cardiologists Die of Heart Attacks      

                                        Valedictorians end up on crack                                  

                                          Life—has away of getting you back—

                                               Just like rich kids and bad situations

                                                                   Big Digs with no Habitation

                                                We got to see the situation 

                                                       Its’ not the same

                                                               And  Life’s 

                                               just playing the long game 

            

 

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