Only The Poets

[Intro:] What we might get at this evening, if we are lucky. If the mic doesn't fail; if my voice holds out; if you ask me questions...is what the importance of this effort is. It would seem to me, that, however that this may sound, I want to suggest that the poets - in which I mean all artists...are finally the only people who know the truth about us. Soldiers don't, statesmen don't, priest don't, union leaders don't. Only the poets [Verse 1] Enough Fortune 500, that's some shit that could plummet Wallstreet, that's some shit that'll flood soon And I know they say that greed is a man being a man But really that's just the costume Real us it's justice, no court room And the real us it's joyous, but we mourn too And real us shake hands and make plans and make bread And real us just dance and fist fight till we dead so [Hook] If it's only for survival, guess you dead on arrival (5x) [Verse 2] You know them colors, they don't run But girl you sexy in them You don't know nothing like you Miss America And you know I like to stay out late, drinking with the fellas Maybe I'll see you there and I'll take care of ya The real us, we share lighters and secrets to The real us, is medicine, get each other through The real us, remind the world you got a give in At some point, to the things that you love to do [Hook]