Good American

You spit on my union as they defended my rights

You ignored my family as we fell from sight

You scorned my government for taking-on my fight

As though we were as selfish as your corporate plight

When you’re feeling hungry and you can’t afford to eat

Remember the days when food was so sweet

Remember betraying fellow countrymen with ease

And count the days when you fall from your seat

In the end, you’ll join our lowly ranks

Enlightened by the epiphany that you had no thanks

And with folks like you, who used to put money in the bank

You’ll raise your children, future wage slaves following our ranks

Together our grandchildren will raise themselves in the streets

Contemplating the opportunities that they will meet

Turning tricks for food, pedaling dope to compete

In the world you made now theirs to defeat

You call yourself a good American - you care about America’s needs

But you’ve been telling me that I’m not worth it for all the folks I feed

Well here’s some news for you, so find ground for this seed

I’m transplanting myself elsewhere without you and your greed