To live my life with out you guys thats my biggest fear

And Im steady failing in my efforts to get you hear

  

Look at it here, Now

this green faced man

burning my hand

Keep you around,how?

  

Old white men i dont want to see

Even tho without you i cant eat

Philantropist providing me with a place to sleep

But I cant keep you around me

  

You run through my fingers

for hopes to gain more

as my posession walk out the front door

Left from my pockets lint still lingers

  

Dead men of honor

that I loose on the battle field

with hopes to have my accounts filled

only leaves Fields of horror

  

As Me, My Hands and I's

Loose sight of saving

and look for Winnings

Assasination of the living, hope dies



As You leave myside I shed my many tears

Lincon,Jackson,Frankilin,I just cant keep you near