Broken

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A poor man has nothing that lasts

Always trying to work with dignity

Doesn’t have two pennies

And not even a minute is free

Always bending over

Always breaking his knees

Don’t call him poor

When he’s broke.

Control what he sees

Humble him through your beliefs

The lowest mind wanders

Like rivers into streams

Hoping for a good day

And a bit of relief

As a broken man needs time to heal

His self esteem.

(Chorus)

A poor man stays on track

A poorer man doesn’t

Care for any of that

Trees stay and wait

On rain delays

Leaves fly free

For faith and heaven to see.

They don’t call it poor 

When you're broke

Caught in an exposed inequality

Markets are clubs 

Where the powerless bleed

Taking more of the world 

Then they could ever need.

Pushing to space

A false prophecy

We already have everything

As far as the eye can see.

They don’t call it poor

When you’re broke.

(Chorus)

A poor man stays on track

A poorer man doesn’t

Care for any of that

Trees stay and wait

On rain delays

Leaves fly free

For faith and heaven to see.

Move nature around

And shake the money machine

Do whatever it is a jaded soul without needs

History always moves at the same speed

Humble is an act of the wealthy

Don’t expect is from those without money

Stand up and fight

Because we all have a dream

Don’t call me poor

When I’m broke.

(Chorus)

A poor man stays on track

A poorer man doesn’t

Care for any of that

Trees stay and wait

On rain delays

Leaves fly free

For faith and heaven to see.

(Bridge)

Watch hopes and dreams

Spill from a cracked hourglass

The broken aren’t paid to afford

Day dreams and destiny

Does what you do even last

Nothing is sane

What are you willing to lose to gain

The broken grind the wheels

For the rich godless game

Our numbers are never the same 

The broken outweigh 

The brought on pain.

(Chorus)

A poor man stays on track

A poorer man doesn’t

Care for any of that

Trees stay and wait

On rain delays

Leaves fly free

For faith and heaven to see.

Don’t call it poor

When it’s broke

Take less for more

Money has brought

The world desperately down

Where life stands together

For the poor.

March 21st 2021

By: Adam John Hopkins