Lyrics Only the Poets - Marc E. Bassy
What
we
might
get
at
this
evening,
if
we
are
lucky.
If
the
mic
doesn't
fail;
if
my
voice
holds
out;
if
you
ask
me
questions...
is
what
the
importance
of
this
effort
is.
It
would
seem
to
me,
that,
however
that
this
may
sound,
I
want
to
suggest
that
the
poets
- in
which
I
mean
all
artists...
are
finally
the
only
people
who
know
the
truth
about
us.
Soldiers
don't,
statesmen
don't,
priest
don't,
union
leaders
don't.
Only
the
poets
Enough
Fortune
500,
that's
some
shit
that
could
plummet
Wallstreet,
that's
some
shit
that'll
flood
soon
And
I
know
they
say
that
greed
is
a
man
being
a
man
But
really
that's
just
the
costume
Real
us
it's
justice,
no
court
room
And
the
real
us
it's
joyous,
but
we
mourn
too
And
real
us
shake
hands
and
make
plans
and
make
bread
And
real
us
just
dance
and
fist
fight
till
we
dead
so
If
it's
only
for
survival,
guess
you
dead
on
arrival
If
it's
only
for
survival,
guess
you
dead
on
arrival
If
it's
only
for
survival,
guess
you
dead
on
arrival
If
it's
only
for
survival
You
know
them
colors,
they
don't
run
But
girl
you
sexy
in
them
You
don't
know
nothing
like
you
Miss
America
And
you
know
I
like
to
stay
out
late,
drinking
with
the
fellas
Maybe
I'll
see
you
there
and
I'll
take
care
of
ya
The
real
us,
we
share
lighters
and
secrets
to
The
real
us,
is
medicine,
get
each
other
through
The
real
us,
remind
the
world
you
got
a
give
in
At
some
point,
to
the
things
that
you
love
to
do
If
it's
only
for
survival,
guess
you
dead
on
arrival
If
it's
only
for
survival,
guess
you
dead
on
arrival
If
it's
only
for
survival
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