Mr. Floyd

Song: Mr. Floyd

Album: Picking Fights & Blowing Kisses

Artist: Jimmy & The Threats

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released February 6, 2010

ref: http://jimmyandthethreats.bandcamp.com/track/mr-floyd

Mister Floyd, I don’t got a gun to shoot or point,

But I understand some don’t have a choice

You’re out there somewhere hiding

And I’m here writing.

Mister Floyd, maybe these bullets are like you and I

Born into war and forced to fly

Maybe we were meant to stand and be the living change

That we wanted to see right now, right here today

The detective’s on his way and he’s made up his mind

‘Said there’s gon’ be hell to pay ‘for ya serve anytime

If hell’s the currency they take- the check’s been in the mail

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Chorus

For the past four-hundred years walkin’ on thin air

In this American Nightmare

They advertised and sold as a dream

We don’t wake up ‘til we die in our sleep

Turnin’ the wheels to another machine.

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Mister Floyd, we can buy a lot, but there’s little we can keep

You can go for the ride, but ya can’t have the keys

Before they’d see a village rise against kings and queens

They’d condition a new drug and push it into your veins

We say it’s on, but from the looks it was never off

So we settle and say well that’s just the way things are

Have ya ever wondered what the hell we’re all here for

Yea, yea

Engine’s roll around the block droppin’ shells and keys

Thieves pick a lotta locks, but they never get free

Somebody’s puppeteerin’ all this mass hysteria

They set the stage up in North Philadelphia

Chorus

Mister Floyd