All love everything

It’s no longer the working man
It’s called the working fam
Where other force their hands
To do things they shouldn’t be doin’
That’s why the need for more positive influence
So they can stop the stupid things they’re choosin’
To do
So let’s proceed
It’s about you, it ain’t about me
But I will expose the exploiters
Innocence and idealism died with Tom Sawyer
So why treat people worse than the soil for?
Down with rich class, time to hoist the poor
My experiences make me delirious
What? You don’t catch my drift?
Let me run your conscience
Because you shouldn’t be steering it
I’m here to lift those in poor spirits
I’m here the shift the center to the margins
So I can clearly hear ‘em
To tell them I really do beg your pardon
I’m letting you know you shouldn’t dim the light of the comets
The people are the fuel to the progress
Forget the preposterous process of profit
At the expense of the common folk
Believe me love and respect are profitable
To get it, you got to defy logic so
To understand that this ain’t no binary
The load to let that world know is mine to carry