| Lyrics: | When you're walking down the street
No one sees a V.I.P.
I.E. - genious artist of our
time
well, I'll be the first on line to say
"I get it, I get it, I get it"
"I get it, I
get it, I get it"
"I get it, I get it, I get it"
I've been waiting for so long to see
your face
I tried this one time
and there was a huge line
And now we're standing in a
very small space
No need to worry about getting rain on your brain
Getting fun on your
sun
Getting sleet on your feet
'Cause todays the day
"I get it, I get it, I get
it"
"I get it, I get it, I get it"
Tres bien, tres bien, tres bien, tres bien
All
the critics tend to blast you
Dumb ideas will outlast you
Moneys gone
Youve got no
grants
I'll push your work with my bare hands
(Because they will try to convince us
that we have arrived,
that we are allready there,
that IT has happened. Because we need to
live in a place
where we are truely alive, present, safe, and accounted for.
Because we
refuse to allow our writing, songs, art, activism, and political histories to be
supressed,
Because we refuse to be embarassed about the mistakes and faults
and choose to
move forward
with a political agenda
bent, on the freedom, for all.) |
