The Profits Go Up As The Prophets Go Down Lyrics

See the change that you want to be
Then be the change that you want to see
Make love to the homeless not war on the poor
And stand by the welcome mat that's sitting on your door

This is a poem that's going out to the homeless
A song about poverty for anyone who's ever known it
And shown it on their torn sleeves I know I wasn't born mean
So we'll see if this city can afford me

As I walk down that path i want two things to follow me
Affordable housing and sensible drug policy
And a polity - as in a political body
That will but poverty on the docket and then chop it like karate

What we really can't afford is the price of complacence
In well, fair enough and a god that is racist
But that's the way that things go in this town
That the profits go up as the profits go down

the profits go up as the profits go down
right round like a record baby
right round right

that line just keeps going right round

But hey, shit happens should have knew your rights
They needed shelter, clothes, food, but got Youth for Christ
And that's nice, but they're still homeless, naked, and hungry
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But I will silence hatred and violence
Not through compliance of trying to be pious
Cause I assure you good sir, that I was no a saint
I'm an artist who refused to use racial paint

And I tell you I will smash both gender and class
Into nothing more than a pile of broken glass
'Til that ceiling's on the floor as shattered remnants of out past
But tell me who's really running these streets?

Is it the Bloods and the Crips or the Tories and the Grits?
Elephants and and asses in 3d glasses
The world is red and blue and divided up by colors
Until I dress them all in purple and declare them secret lovers

The profits go up as the profits go down
Right round like a record baby
Right round right

that line just keeps going right round

Took that shirt off my back stopped me dead in my tracks
Looked me dead in the eye and simply asked me why
If you've come here to feel good about yourself
You're wasting your time

But if your emancipation is intertwined with mine
Then you're in the right place
And you're in the right time