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Fishbone

So Many Millions

 

So Many Millions

(album: The Reality Of My Surroundings - 1991)


I cannot get over legitimately, the reality
Of my surroundings do not point to the sky
So why should I even try (when there's nuthing out there to be)
I cannot grow up to be the president
Where only drug dealers own Mercedes Benz
If you tell me otherwise it will only look like lies (when there's
Nothing out there for me)
Your education will do me no good
In my neighborhood
All that I see is scraping and scrounging
In my neighborhood
If you can show me how to do good
In my neighborhood
Maybe I discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong

You should surely know this was a long time coming, You should
Know the effects were numbing you should know that yesterday

You may have had a chance to stop things before they start
You may have had a chance but it's too late because it's fallen apart

Sex education will do me no good in my neighborhood
Everybody's hoing for something and it's understood that drug
Education can do me no good in my neighborhood
Well then maybe I'll discontinue my lounging in my neighborhood
So many millions feel this strong
All these people can't be wrong

You beat me, mistreat me and you beat me
Rip my heart out please and then you get angry when I die
It's a pile of shit in your sugar shack
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the floor

It's a pile of shit in the White House
And I'm gonna step on in when I'm visiting
So I can drag it more all across the flag

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