The Foreign Exchange
Green
Refrain:
Big face hunneds
Suites presidential
Yachts at the lodge
Four residentials
Jet fly private
Champagne flutes
Gold-rimmed china
Lobster and goose
Dimes and nickels
Cardboard house
Concrete floors
Newspaper couch
Cornerstore tellys
Tin can cups
Showers in the rain
Ain’t shave for a month
Divides
Divides
Verse 1:
Never underground
High-rise office
Salary and bonus
Million-dollar offers
Asking for a swipe
Playing field dunеs
Journey laden gripes
Needlеs and spoons
Divides
Divides
Verse 2:
Thrill is in the chase
Living for the taste
This isn’t the place
To see another way
I say the thrill is in the chase
Living for the taste
This isn’t the place
To see another way
The same?
The same
Verse 3:
One see privilege
One see traps
One see finish line
One see laps(e)
Both see empty
Neither see hope
Same outlook
With a different means to cope
And it’s all about the dollar
It’s like, it’s all about the dollar
(Everybody out here trying to be fly but I be like:)
Wing-clipped birds don’t soar
(Be like, that’s really all you see?)
How can we be more?
(I mean, like, it’s not bad…but that’s it?)
What if we stopped keeping score?
Would you trust me or dump me?
Verse 4:
Don’t touch, I’ma spray
Purse clutch, out my way
Yoga class, Namaste
Open glass, Cabernet
You touch me, make my day
Blind eyes see my face
Slight spurn and disdain
Daddy, I’m just trying to stay alive
Alive
But what if we collide?
Could that be so divine?
I wonder
Or would we just get sicker of each other?
Magnifying divides
With rivers of green
So please see beyond all the:
Refrain:
Big face hunneds
Suites presidential
Yachts at the lodge
Four residentials
The dimes and the nickels
The cardboard house
The concrete floor
The newspaper couch
Beyond the jets flown private
The champagne flutes
The gold-rimmed china
The lobster and the goose
The cornerstore tellys
The tin can cups
The showers in the rain
Ain’t shaved for a month
Alive
At least we alive
But do you see me?
Outro:
See me in my ugliness
Don’t worry you can touch the scars
Hear me with your history
And touch me with your heart
See me in my loveliness
Smile back if you can see the marks
Hear me with your history
And touch me with your heart
There’s healing when we break bread
It goes bad when it turns green
I just think we’ll make it
If we see beyond these screens
These walls built of lies
Looking like idols
I wonder can we rise
Destroy the barriers
See me past what I possess
There’s more than meets the eye
In me