Written By: Melissa Dori Dye
cradle to the graves
all the women were slaves
they worked hard to earn money and the men took it
away
shot them in their heads or left them lifeless in their beds
blamed the innocent while they said it was the
innocent man instead
why because they are swindlers
wasted time all over swindlers
raped our minds because you're
swindlers
nothing more nothing less
what money pile do you love best
take all we've got, there's nothing left
i
am too poor to deserve your time
my bloody wounds will be just fine
if you take this knife out of my spine
i will
slowly fall and unwind
time is so unkind
now pretend that you are blind
you will train your children just fine
they'll
be rich, having lived the life of a swindler
walk by those wounded bodies
laugh and smile at the gaping wounds
you
call our neighbors ugly apes but you were the real baboons
eat your dinner while i starve
sing MY SONGS while my
arms fall off
the winds and sand will carry this song
you destroyed the world because you're all swindlers
© 2007 Meladori Publishing, ASCAP
