And If We Could, We'd Say

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And if we could wed say the future’s in your hands
So hold on to your I-phone
Leave the city and find your own way home
You ain’t got to flip no burgers
Push shelves further
And be a coffee server
You aunt got to answer no calls
Man the stalls or get broken balls
Creators leave the city
And leave all that shitty to city creepers
Rushing on those pollutes streets
Running in pops under our feet
We looked at the natural world and built nothing in its image
Are you still looking up at those concrete squares and glass towers
Hoping one day they will blossom like flowers
Like flowers in a hippies hair
Creative people how much longer can you stare
Creative people
How much longer can you stare?
Tell me you’re not tired of
Not tired of moving to the latest green neighborhood
Only to find this new place to be at
Is cool enough for rich folks to put a luxury flat
Where you hang your hat
Move out the city
Move off of dry land altogether now be a float
Bring your emails and flip flops on your boat
Where the pigs won’t bother you when you smoke
Leave the city
I’m not saying be a lone
Just give your mind time to think and roam
Creator’s wireless communication has been invented
You don’t feel like you need to be standing next to the person who’s telling you
What to draw how to film when to play
You’ll still have a boss though
I’m afraid I can’t make that go a way
But you can ignore them for one more day if you could leave the city
Kick aside your nine to five
Live your dream by the river side
Leave the city
Leave the death destruction and corruption
You deserve better than being robbed in the confusion
Forced to give the man back the money you sold to earn
Creative people now it’s our turn
Cause we were born not invented
Alive not printed
Aloud not prevented
So leave the city