Our Lives Our Time - Chadwick Stokes, State Radio

Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominantly shrapnel, shrapnel from the

chapel of the Katman

Johnny kiss the groom and go join the killing while Britain is watching her

Watson

Headed down to Tianamon but had tarry enough time, shoulda listened to the

world turn

Told me that the cheaters are watching scratch ticket Jesus insulting the sultan

But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned,

Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn

But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines

We gon' take back this town if it takes us all,

Hey kid you look you could be found

But for the moment we are the fault line

I mind that our time

Is still marked by the grains of intolerance

It’s our lives, our fight

Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done

In the United States of discrimination the schools feed into the prison

The corporations are more powerful than the government

Give the teachers a banker’s salary and see how that goes

See if we farm our land again, Kilanmanjaro it snows

You sleep in your Egyptian linen 500 count thread what’s the count on the dead

We are the eye of the needle, we fixing to mend this quilt of lies that’s

ripped up on our bed

We coming in quick and we got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head

We got an offer to lessen the lesson learned,

Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn

But if you gonna play you gotta play the party lines

We gon' take back this town if it takes us all,

Hey kid you look you could be found

But for the moment we are the fault line

I mind that our time

Is still marked by the grains of intolerance

It’s our lives, our fight

Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done, ay,

I lost my religion along with my innocence

Our lives our time

Til we done, til we done, til we done, til we done,

Til we done, done, done, done, done, done, done, well,

At least she got her body,

And he’s a boy named Sue

The Federales sure ain’t no expert on love,

Why would we listen to you,

Well at least we got our bodies,

We all a boy named Sue

And we’ll fight til it’s done, til the borders are run,

Where there’s gardens not guns, life is anew

It was a fight night and the prize fighter cut like in a knife fight,

It was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right,

He saw stars like lightbright couldn’t see any sightline,

Started his skydive from the highlife, like Pele plain highlight,

Shoulding m’aide to his heyday,

In the pell-mell of the melee,

His corner was getting a payday needed Thompson from My Lai,

Turn his guns his own guys, but it wasn’t Maltofs and Mai Thais,

Just AKs and white lies,

Tell Mount Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you, not an eye for an eye

and I ain’t eyeing the cap on your tooth

But then again I ain’t debating and standing in your shoes,

I’m just trying to figure out which Golden Rule I should choose,

We getting high sided by the tie guys,

White color crime pays just look at the bylines,

If you believe in anything believe in occupy,

Cause it’s a richman’s world and we getting off the sidelines

I mind that our time

Is still marked by the grains of intolerance

It’s our lives, our fight til we done,

Til we done, til we done, til we done

I might let the gallery down

But there are people by the thousands outside —

And we are just getting by

I might,

Might let the gallery down,

Depending on how many votes did you buy