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World Premier Release: Febuary 5, 2009
Up In Smoke!
by Stock-Master G Man, You work so hard, ya whole life thru, Tryn-a build sumpin’, a life for you, Time goes by, the sweat & toil, You reap rewards from your equity soil. Ridin’ that wave for the payoff jump, Doin’ fine, but OK, you’re no Donald Trump, One day we wake up to crisis and find, Financial disaster of every kind, You don’t wanna believe it, ya hope it’s a joke, You can’t imagine its real but you start to choke, Seein’ all your dreams goin up in smoooooke. Don’t just stand there, throw me a rope, Hell I’m even swallowed up, try’n-a cope, Gotta try sumpin’, can’t just give in, Gotta get the whole world to agree to chip in. No use pretendin’, stand there defendin’, No money for lendin’, those dividends endin’, I know what ya sayin’, we all here prayin’! It sure is high time somebody spoke… ….About the way... No-one’s listnin’, paychecks are missin’, mortgage dismissin, Can’t just accept it, let it all fall… ….try sumpin’…. anything, throw it on the wall! See what sticks, try new tricks, maybe we get lucky sumpin’ clicks, No time to waste now, gotta make haste now. Let’s cut and paste now, Gotta solve it some way, bring out the new play, to clear out the old hay, economy churning, world is yearning, throat so parched…. Yo! Get me a Coke, Hey man it’s so bad even Iceland’s broke!, Do something! before the whole world go up in smoke! Messin’ things up needs a foul idea, Congress sure knew how to grease that gear, Promotin' home ownership at any cost, From that brilliant concept, now all is lost, He’s broke, no job, five kids, angry spouse, Yo, let’s put 'em in a nice new house, Don’t worry banker just make the loan, Fannie_Mae takes your risk down, throw you a bone. You don’t wanna believe it, ya hope it’s a joke, You can’t imagine its real but you start to choke, Seein’ all your dreams goin up in smoooooke. They burned down the house, to buy ‘em all homes, Wait, Now the party's over, they’s down on them loans, Can’t hold tight any longer, it ain’t gettin’ no betta’ Talkin’ Heads told us all ‘We’s in for Nasty Weather’ I know you’re all thinkin’ fightin' fire with fire, But this smoke we’re inhalin' keeps gettin’ more dire Don’t give me that rap it’s all a joke, Hell EV’RYthang’s goin up in smoke, I know what ya sayin’ look at me I’m half broke! Ain’t it high time somebody spoke.… ….about the way.... We behavin, everyone cravin’, some out there slavin’, Now we all blamin’, who’s gravy trainin’? ….It’s still bloody rainin’ Congress abstainin’, they all must be dreamin’, I know they’re still schemin’ Bout the mess we’re all in, where did it begin? Hell I doan even know now, We got here somehow, bring out the snow plow, to clean it all up now, the world is turnin', embers are burnin', air so thick I’m startin’ ta choke, Oh-No!!! these fires are ragingly stoked, This ain’t no Cheech and Chong comedy hoax. Hey.… I believe you’re a decent bloke, Man Do something! I think the whole world's gone up in smoke! ---------+++--------- “Up In Smoke!” – Copyright © 2009 – All Rights Reserved Glenn Cutler aka Stock-Master G retains all rights to the Lyrics “Up In Smoke!” Musical Licenses will be considered.
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