"Gil Scott Albatross" lyrics

They're gonna turn the moon into a sweatshop
None of these fuckers ever even heard of Gil Scott
Heron more like albatross
And if I turn my life into a treadmill
Wrap me in a spreadsheet
Lay me in a landfill
With all the shit that I cast off

Something is wrong I feel it

Where there's smoke there's a car on it's back
There's a gap in the side of the overpass
You can call to the line but the signal's jammed
I did what I could
And I'm stuck how I am
And I'm stuck how I am
And I did what I could but

I wanna turn the argument around
Turn my face toward the sun &
Talk on common ground because
We don't punch sideways, don't punch down

Where there's smoke there's a good reason to spit
If it's all that you got
Then it's what you gotta give
If you're holding for hope
Then it's time for you to learn that
Where there's pain it means you still got nerve!

And if the waking world turns into nightmare
Baby I can hack it, if you're sticking here cause

What you give to me no one can sell
What you give to me no one can frack
What you give to me cannot owe bail
What you give to me no app can track
What you give to me I give right back
What you give to me I give right back
What you give to me I give right back
What you give to me I give right back
I love you now and I always will