Somebody tell me where the riders and the soldiers are,
Before they close the door and go and start a colder war,
I see 'em posted up in corner stores holdin' fort,
Hopin' for a life from the crack of an open door,
And so the storm comes to cleanse without warn,
While the youth play with fire just to keep themselves warm,
In a cold world, cold people, playin' cold songs,
Sold for spare change while the broke hold on,
Why they call themselves right, but then act so wrong,
Dollar sign challenge why the unemployment line long,
No call for the blue collar gettin' low ball,
It's a long climb just to get to petty bourgeois,
While we, gettin' lifted but forgettin' that we fall,
Hit and shake cause your movin' but without the roll call,
This is protracted struggle revolutionized patience,
Bump this on your right wing radio station,
And maybe crack a top 10 daily rotation but until then,
You can keep ignorin' what I'm sayin',
But just remember you ain't gotta prove a thing,
Stand up or fall down thanks for listenin' y'all

Larry's Bird flew outta Nicholas' Cage
Joe Tex messages from Sachel's Page
Betty Wright letters with ink from Sean's Penn
Infinite bars you couldn't tell where the song end
Glenn Close enough to quickly duck the tapes
Richard Gere ripped while he was climbin Bill Gates
He was a southerner posing as a native New Yorker
The Jason Kidd took his first steps in Jimmy's Walker
He stayed on line chattin with rap celebs
Used Bernie's Mack to search Veronica's Webb
It cost them their life for the advice you gave
Now Pete Rose lay on Vanessa's Redgrave