Oh bright minds of poverty
Hold on to your heart won liberties
And discard your store-bought realities
Don’t let them take the joy that you make
On your own
Work when you need to maybe
Don’t let ‘em bleed you baby
They do nothing more than feed you lady
Don’t let them take the joy that you make
On your own
Don’t fuss, don’t fight it no
Take that wrong and right it ho
Can always live on rice and potatoes
Take your heart’s candle and relight it
I quit my job
I’m free today
Should be proud of where I am
All my friends work their dreams with their hands
And truly this is the promised land
Don’t kill yourself about making it
Just be takin it easy but be takin it
There’s enough out there who are fakin it
Don’t let them take the joy that you make
On your own
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