Liberal Son

Liberal Son

Some folks were born and raised to play the victim,

Ooh, they're always the "oppressed".

And cuz they believe they know better than you,

they take the streets to protest. (In giant pink pussies)

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no protester's son, no.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Liberal one. Oh no!

Some folks are blessed with fame and fortune, y'all,

How they strut and preen with flair, Lord,

But behind their walls and big armed guards,

They lecture you about what is fair. No, no, no.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Hollywood son, son.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Liberal One. Lord.

Some folks are given power to govern man,

Trusted to do what the people want.

But when it comes time to uphold the law,

They take their power and walk. Walk, walk, walk.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Democrat's son. No.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Liberal one.

It ain't me, it ain't me, I ain't no Liberal one.
~hwa, 1-31-17