Gil Scott Albatross

They're gonna turn the moon into a sweatshop
Like none of these fuckers ever even heard of Gil Scott
Heron more like albatross
And if I turn my life into a treadmill, wrap me in a spreadsheet
Lay me in a landfill with all the shit that I cast off

Something is wrong, I feel it
Where there's smoke there's a car on it's back
There's a gap in the side of the overpass
You could call to the line but the signal's jammed

I did what I could
And I'm stuck how I am
And I'm stuck how I am
And I did what I could but

I wanna turn the argument around (I wanna, I wanna turn them around)
Turn my face toward the sun
And talk on common ground because
We don't punch sideways, don't punch down

Where there's smoke there's a good reason to spit
If it's all that you got then it's what you gotta give
If you're holding for hope then it's time for you to learn that
Where there's pain it means you still got nerve

And if the waking world turns into nightmare
Baby, I can hack it, if you're sticking here

'Cause what you give to me, no one can sell
And what you give to me, no one can frack
And what you give to me, cannot owe bail
And what you give to me, no app can track

What you give to me, I give right back
What you give to me, I give right back
What you give to me, I give right back
What you give to me, I give right back

'Cause I love you now and I always will