Grapes of Wrath

Saw my mother get up and go to work every day Struggling for less than minimum wage Pain in her back, arthritis in her hands Knees weak from years on her feet could barely stand Saw my father busting ass to make ends meet An independent businessman raised in the streets A hardworking soul hands scarred and burned A veteran who taught me the value of money earned Call em regular folk but to me they be exceptional They give me hope and made me feel special So I honored them by working since the age of 10 And I’m a never quit fighting for em till the end The ghost of Tom Joad carry the heavy load I’ll reap what I sew travel the lonely road Avenging Jim Casey like a knight in the light And bring the greedy to their knees the wrath of the people’s plight I see the common man being played against each other By the 1% who want us to forget we brothers Unions unite and protect the workers right So the people won’t be exploited all their life We need a new deal to heal and end the depression Until then I’m a keep fighting the oppression This is for my people picking fruit in the field For The farmers and the drivers delivering the yield To The cooks at the shelters preparing the meals To the downtrodden soul who need help to heal In the real world work comes with aches and pains So I don’t really give a damn about your riches or fame It’s a shame you can get paid more playing a game Than educating youth or putting out flames And saving lives open your eyes we need change Celebrate the heroes and break the chains