FORTUNATE SON (MIX)

This is just a few licks

About some of the tricks

Rich folks like to play

And the words they say

Just look at today’s society

Brewing Hate in a cup of Tea

Some folks are born, silver spoon in hand
Lord, don’t they help themselves, y’all
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah

Can’t walk the Street

For fear of getting Beat

You better run my son

You know they gotta gun

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no

It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no senator’s son, son
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, I ain’t no fortunate one, no

 

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