Act
Act
I’m tired
Of being sired
To their profit
While they sit idle
Telling me I should praise the idol so vital
They say to the voice
The gospel
Tick the right choice
It is not a bombshell
To know the true miscreant
Are the so-called peacemakers
And they name us recreant
We ain’t no jokers
I would accept
The contract
To speak this dialect
If only it were a better act