New Don - SHAD

Spittin' images, a couple double Ds

Two couples double-dating and a bacon doublecheese

Stuff I must’ve seen many times on a billboard

How to make a rich man buy?

Make him feel poor

How to make a stick many cry?

Make him real or

Just draw on eyes, let him see what he was built for

Someone was bored and made us to fill space

On a big black board until the day we’re erased

Little black boy with a smile on his face

Some chalk on his hands and some thoughts on faith

Maybe heaven is the height of the stakes at the gates

Where they ask what you loved and how much time did you waste?

Hate’s the hell at the bottom of a waterless well

We scale down but get less in the pail

Guess it’s something like an addict’s life or like a battered wife

What we cling to can kill us but still it’s hard to sacrifice

There, I’m over being over stuff, I care

I told this old soul to never settle for despair

I told this young heart that a rebel isn’t rare

There’s a few that keep the devil in their prayers