Only the Poets - Intellectual

[Intro]

What we might get at this evening, if we are lucky. If the mic doesn't fail; if my voice holds out; if you ask me questions...is what the importance of this effort is. It would seem to me, that, however that this may sound, I want to suggest that the poets - in which I mean all artists...are finally the only people who know the truth about us. Soldiers don't, statesmen don't, priest don't, union leaders don't. Only the poets

[Verse 1]

Enough Fortune 500, that's some shit that could plummet

Wall Street, that's some shit that'll flood soon

And I know they say that greed is a man being a man

But really that's just the costume

Real us it's justice, no court room

And the real us it's joyous, but we mourn too

And real us shake hands and make plans and make bread

And real us just dance and fist fight 'til we dead so

[Chorus]

If it's only for survival, guess you dead on arrival

[Verse 2]

You know them colors, they don't run

But girl you sexy in them

You don't know nothing like you Miss America

And you know I like to stay out late, drinking with the fellas

Maybe I'll see you there and I'll take care of ya

The real us, we share lighters and secrets to

The real us, is medicine, get each other through

The real us, remind the world you got a give in

At some point, to the things that you love to do

'Cause

[Chorus]

If it's only for survival, then you dead on arrival