White plastic bag in a tree looks like a flag to me Of Poverty Wealth separated you from me You say country tis of thee But don’t give two shits for me Just because I’m beyond a belief Contrary To your grief. Same as mine. But you defined that line That separates you from me Don’t be angry at the grit I have. It’s not the grip you have That’s letting go of me. My scratch says that’s all I got And can't be sold or bought. White plastic bag in a tree looks like a flag to me Of Poverty Wealth separated you from me You say country tis of thee But don’t give two shits for me Just because I’m beyond a belief Contrary To your grief. Same as mine. But you defined that line That separates you from me Don’t be angry at the grit I have. It’s not the grip you have That’s letting go of me. My scratch says that’s all I got And can't be sold or bought.
