Me On Beer

Indecision at high speeds can be fatal
 In car, on horseback or bicycle
 Is an old cowboy in a wheelchair still a cowboy
 Just because he wears the cowboy hat?
 Or a kid in a stroller with new boots on,
 can he be considered a cowboy yet?
 Maybe you shouldn't call him that until he ropes one
 'cause the country folks flock to the cities now
 The city people move to the suburbs
 And the suburbs spill into the country
 But a lotta kids these days deny their birth-right
 White kids, ashamed of their parents trunk,
 Attempt to abandon their moneyed-ways
 They move to the ghettos and the communes
 Searching for the guiltlessness of poverty
 They wanna sit on the stoop when the night is hot
 And not be stuck inside by the AC
 They wanna treat their house like a fish tank
 They wanna share water with the neighbors when the night is hot
 But the struggle that pulls doors off their hinges in a good way
 Also leaves a slow murder in the air