Under the Storm - The LaFontaines

It’s complicated, up to my knees in it,

And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go

So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming,

Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm

It’s blood red, the streets run with no cause,

Quick dash for quick cash, no pause

Round here, find a little rope,

Throw it in the sky, you can catch a little hope

And that’s real in effect,

Because that money seems to make a man, feel some respect

So tell me who’s spreading the butter?

Because I’m trying to make bread, but I’m stuck in the gutter

But they say it’s just a matter of time,

Every friday morning, about a quarter to nine,

When I’m standing in line, biding my time,

For that, one job, that they’re claiming is mine

And if it don’t come, then I’ll say that it’s fine,

Knowing that it’s straight back, to just writing a rhyme

No change in my pocket, not a penny or dime,

Just a fucked up economy, declining with time

It’s complicated, up to my knees in it,

And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go

So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming,

Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm

We built this from nothing, tell me I’m wrong,

You get showered with it, under the storm

We fight for this war, understand the cause,

Rewrite the whole chapter, and change the laws

So let the battle proceed, the greed we can’t stand,

Fuck your plan, I’m a one man band

I don’t need shit, not one mans hand,

If life is a beach, I’ll dance in the sand

Lets make it clear, believe that I can man,

Any beat or verse, I will rip it while I handstand

Chain me up, or shackle and beat,

I don’t fall with the weak, I march on my feet

Never tell tall tails, when I’m screaming on a beat,

So I’m aiming for the charts, but they feel it in the street

Same reason that they see me and they beep,

When they’re cruising in their jeep or there running in their fleet

It’s complicated, up to my knees in it,

And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go

So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming,

Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm

We were bred for the war, shackled and beat,

Watched the weak fall, we arose to our feet

Entertained the crowd, dominated the stage,

In truth, we ain’t nothing but puppets in a cage

Dignity gone, self respect lost,

Warned before, that this would come at a cost

When every fight dawns, and it could be your last,

A suspect reflection, draws over your past

Battle commences, bombard the toms,

Gun shot sounds, play rhythm to the songs

Warriors advance, tread new ground,

We mast flags on land we found.

Under siege, the calvary pulls near,

Militant force is replaced by fear

Men turn boys, as they hound us down,

But we stand tall, to guard our crown

It’s complicated, up to my knees in it,

And I pray please kill it, but it won’t go

So frustrated, I fell asleep dreaming,

Just as the clouds clear, I wake up under the storm