Me On Beer

Indecision at high speeds can be fatal

In car, on horseback or bicycle

Is an old cowboy in a wheelchair still a cowboy

Just because he wears the cowboy hat?

Or a kid in a stroller with new boots on,

can he be considered a cowboy yet?

Maybe you shouldn't call him that until he ropes one

'cause the country folks flock to the cities now

The city people move to the suburbs

And the suburbs spill into the country

But a lotta kids these days deny their birth-right

White kids, ashamed of their parents trunk,

Attempt to abandon their moneyed-ways

They move to the ghettos and the communes

Searching for the guiltlessness of poverty

They wanna sit on the stoop when the night is hot

And not be stuck inside by the AC

They wanna treat their house like a fish tank

They wanna share water with the neighbors when the night is hot

But the struggle that pulls doors off their hinges in a good way

Also leaves a slow murder in the air