I add it upnI count it out nConsider all the figuresnTo realize that I’ve been cheatednI’ve seen their clothesnI’ve seen their carsnI’ve stepped in park-side mansionsnEnough to know I’ve been mistreatednBut then I take the bus from Cullerton to 95th StreetnI take my daughter to their parksnI take the medicine the state provides for healthy workmennBetter on their stamps than in their cartnDid I smell anger, angernDon’t let it be my undertakernNo, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alivenThey’re welcome to their dollarnThey’ll have their cake and we’ll have ours as we drink on their dimenI walk among the glass steel towersnI borrow books and recordsnI glean the excess entertainmentnAnd though I’m fine to pay for mine, not if it keeps my hands boundnI’m all for work, just not containmentnI’ll praise a god who gives a dirty hand a worthy livingnI’ll praise a mother who feeds her childnI’ll thank my lucky stars the rich will waste what they’re not givingnThen gladly take what’s rightly oursnDid I smell anger, anger, nDon’t let it be my undertakernNo, thank them, thank them, for keeping me alivenThey’re welcome to their dollarnThey’ll have their cake and we’ll have ours as we drink on their dimenDid I smell anger?nAnger?n