Alec Bellotti - Cashflow Lyrics

Sometimes it's hard to be grateful for all I got
Sometimes it's hard to get paper, first of the month
For the rent on my apartment
That I share with all my best friends
Up in college, tryna make ends meet
But hey, that's a damn good thing

Old white men in hissy-fits about the border
"Yeah they're taking our jobs" man let's see you clean a toilet
Not destroy it with the shitposting
Iphone to your Facebook feed
Loyal to the very last thing
That the Fox News team screens
On your flat screen TV, running on electricity
In your house with a roof and no room in the fridge for more cheese
Please explain to me how your Sunday routine
Of packing pews like you're f*cking sardines
And dumping five bucks in the bucket
Means you process what's said up on the pulpit
Pointing fingers, let's find a culprit
America's so great, who wronged it?
Surely it can't be the refugees who crept beneath the border
Seeking work to feed a family or fend off disease
So go and buy your kid another Christmas present
And tell the man on food stamps to "Give what you can"
I mean I get it, you went to church like mommy and daddy said
And you ain't hit no reds when you were late to work that one time
So like, you have the one real god
And he loves you, no matter what
F*ck that, I can guarantee you never even thought about converting religions
Mixing confirmation bias with superstition and hard liquor
Damn that shit's sickening

See a border is a line in the sand that we invented
Desperately whining about who can and can't own things
Oh shit now they're having kids, and it's all about inheritance
And hundreds of years later we gotta deal with it
The point being society sticks fixated on the idea
That birthright can supersede basic human decency
And it appears to me that if we don't change there's no hope for global peace