I’m sure this happens all the time and that it’s on
So many minds yet they refuse to talk about it Only
A glimpse of an emotion or a sickness of the soul

Some twisted reasoning misleads to spread its roots
Just like a weed to saturate the canvas of our world
Man’s reach exceeds the grasp around the throats of
Those he must compel That deciding moment should he
Take his rightful place will bathe in all his glory
Of accomplishment and grace

You only want your share of what is good
In this God-blessed world Always wanting
Deep down you know it doesn’t work that way-you’ve got to take it all
Always wanting more
Break no commandment that is written down
But if it isn’t it’s anybody’s game when the spirit of
The law is missing You’ll need a good excuse: Just
Say that you were on a mission and hope your prayers
Are not ignored

I don’t want your handouts I don’t want your hand-me-downs I want what’s mine