A GOOD
I hear some of you say
you can't get a good job
Well I got a good
but they call me a slob
As I wrote this I smoke just
half a square
It's all I got left
and I ain't goin' no where
What a good is
up to you
But show me money
that stay true
To be free today
you've got to be a slave
To the man with the money
what is money in the grave
I play cowbell
I play tambourine
If I die tomorrow
won't be for another man's dream
What I say
may sound extreme
But I got friends here
who know what I mean
and they all call me...

I like green
when I sing the blues
I see red
when I read the news
Yellow sunset
Purple hues
and black and white debate
One to great them
Two to seat them
Three to sell them
Four-eign reasons
I try so not to hate

It's your good
It's your good
It's your good
It's your good
It's your good now...