We didn’t have time to watch tv
But something in the gut was happening with me…
Born under a military flight zone
Just another small town
We watched the towers fall
We watched the world change
Every generation has its pain
You’re not broken
You’re not in pieces
You’re just bruised
You’re still whole
You’ve just been kicked around
—–
The middle class
The working man
The single mom
Take the hardest hits
But they can’t stay down
They get back up
With both feet on the ground
We’re just out here
Trying to find some kind of peace
—-
I had a cousin
Couldn’t take the pain
Shot himself
Just to get away
—–
I don’t care what you think of me
All I need is my queen
But if she kicks you when you’re down
If she only takes …
Then fuck, brother ,
You’ve got to know when to leave the table ….
Know your worth
And don’t accept anything less
—–
We still have room for growth
We still have overcast skies
But we’re still out here
Working through the pain
Trying to figure out how to explain
What the kids are seeing on the internet
When we go to sleep
—-
I had a friend in Tennessee
No where to go
No where to be
Barely holding on
We are not divided as we seem to be
Everyone is hurting
Living in these broken towns
No work to be found
Bills abound
And rent ain’t cheap
Son what am I supposed to do
How am I supposed to sleep?
Oh god now, oh my god now,
I don’t need a bailout
I need a helping hand
Is there still a foothold for a dream?
Is there still room in this heartland
For a working man
I’m just burning down these roads
Working
Burning
Hoping
That tomorrow is gonna be a cool cool morning
For a new dream
And let me tell you
Oh my god now
Oh my god now
Is there room for us in these small towns
To get born now
Regarding Samuel 