Some People
I am not a soldier, but I'm looking for a war.
We all gotta die somehow, this much I know for sure.
And I am not a rich man, but blessed are the poor.
Why do we settle for less and cry and beg for more, beg for more.
The newspaper is singing a song to wash your brain.
Like the internet and the radio, they both do the same.
And Christian television, it has to take the blame for reasons why your mom and dad are filled with so much hate, filled with hate.
Some people got nothing and some people got it all.
Some people rise in power, some people die and fall.
Some people are sinners, some people are saints.
But everyone is somebody even if they're told they ain't, even if they're told they ain't.
Well there's only so much music a one man band can make.
There's only so many wrong turns a blind driver can take.
And how much good is good enough to say for goodness sake.
Is it a sin to help someone who only knows to take, knows to take?
The bankers all got money while everyone is broke.
I think they think it's funny when they've got you by the throat.
This rat race that you're running ain't nothing but a joke.
We all gotta play the hand we're dealt, I guess that's how it goes, how it goes.
'Cause some people got nothing and some people got it all.
Some people rise in power, some people die and fall.
Some people are sinners, some people are saints.
But everyone is somebody even if they're told they ain't, even if they're told they ain't.
My friends are college graduates, but they can't get a job.
They can't pay they bills they have; they have to steal and rob
From country club members asleep down by the pool.
They may not get to heaven, but they ain't nobody's fool, nobody's fool.
And I can live forever in a basement or a loft.
Wealth has nothing to do with how much your things cost.
A brand new car or an old one still die in the junk yard.
Greed and debt and showing off just make your heart hard, make it hard.
They make it hard.
Jesus Christ didn't die for you to be an asshole.
He didn't come to take from the poor man's plate while the rich throw their food in the garbage.
We all gotta die somehow, this much I know for sure.
And I am not a rich man, but blessed are the poor.
Why do we settle for less and cry and beg for more, beg for more.
The newspaper is singing a song to wash your brain.
Like the internet and the radio, they both do the same.
And Christian television, it has to take the blame for reasons why your mom and dad are filled with so much hate, filled with hate.
Some people got nothing and some people got it all.
Some people rise in power, some people die and fall.
Some people are sinners, some people are saints.
But everyone is somebody even if they're told they ain't, even if they're told they ain't.
Well there's only so much music a one man band can make.
There's only so many wrong turns a blind driver can take.
And how much good is good enough to say for goodness sake.
Is it a sin to help someone who only knows to take, knows to take?
The bankers all got money while everyone is broke.
I think they think it's funny when they've got you by the throat.
This rat race that you're running ain't nothing but a joke.
We all gotta play the hand we're dealt, I guess that's how it goes, how it goes.
'Cause some people got nothing and some people got it all.
Some people rise in power, some people die and fall.
Some people are sinners, some people are saints.
But everyone is somebody even if they're told they ain't, even if they're told they ain't.
My friends are college graduates, but they can't get a job.
They can't pay they bills they have; they have to steal and rob
From country club members asleep down by the pool.
They may not get to heaven, but they ain't nobody's fool, nobody's fool.
And I can live forever in a basement or a loft.
Wealth has nothing to do with how much your things cost.
A brand new car or an old one still die in the junk yard.
Greed and debt and showing off just make your heart hard, make it hard.
They make it hard.
Jesus Christ didn't die for you to be an asshole.
He didn't come to take from the poor man's plate while the rich throw their food in the garbage.
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Writer(s): Corey Scoffern
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