Story Behind the Song
Written in a single moment of passion.
Lyrics
Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King said he had a dream.
He spoke of equality, freedom, and love.
But what happened to being decent to one another when push comes to shove.
Words like decent, honest, nice, kind, are just the discombobulation of some letters,
From some alphabet, which don't register in many people's minds.
Words like the pocketbook bag of my heart;
People are always searching for the truth, for the most part.
Yeah, m-m-m-m, they search those pocketbooks and wallets
But let me tell you what titillates people's palates...It's money.
Money, money, money.
And not just any kind of money,
Hard earned money,
Dirty money,
Money made from the blood of the hands trying to fix something that is made to break.
Sweat from the brow creased in confusion.
And tears from the unattainable hopes and dreams that are misplaced,
Because we don't want to see past the blood coming from our hands,
We don't want to see past the sweat dripping in our face,
Because we don't want to touch that pristine white lace.
So delicate, so beautiful, so pure.
We don't want to touch that fabric of life with sweat coming down,
We don't want to touch with our bloody scabbed hands the one thing
That we want to remain unstained.
Our dreams which we hold back like a wild animal restrained.
Hard working honest kind of people money,
And that is just the beginning honey because there is no end to this struggle.
It has only just begun in the space of my mind that can't fly in reality.
I hold my dreams close, I hold my dreams dear but,
How about a little common decency while I'm here.
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