New Don

Spittin' images, a couple double Ds Two couples double-dating and a bacon doublecheese Stuff I must've seen many times on a billboard How to make a rich man buy? Make him feel poor How to make a stick many cry? Make him real or Just draw on eyes, let him see what he was built for Someone was bored and made us to fill space On a big black board until the day we're erased Little black boy with a smile on his face Some chalk on his hands and some thoughts on faith Maybe heaven is the height of the stakes at the gates Where they ask what you loved and how much time did you waste? Hate's the hell at the bottom of a waterless well We scale down but get less in the pail Guess it's something like an addict's life or like a battered wife What we cling to can kill us but still it's hard to sacrifice There, I'm over being over stuff, I care I told this old soul to never settle for despair I told this young heart that a rebel isn't rare There's a few that keep the devil in their prayers