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Where I live

Used to be a farmer used to till the ground              
now my tractor's silent              
i can faintly here the sound              
that memory of my father              
as I sat on his knee              
while he taught me the value                
of the planted seed              
used to be a milkman used to be your friend              
used to be something I'll never be again              
used to be 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              
used to make a 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 organic grocery              
heard they do a fantastic job give back to the community              
i'm still not a milkman              
though I got a job driving truck              
now I deliver groceries fell into a little luck              
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            
let us all stand together              
it was made for you and me              
               
               
               
               
               
 
Written by BatPowers (Bat Powers)
Published | Edited 6th Mar 2025
Author's Note
We are much better together. Do you live in a sacrifice zone?
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