Now if’n I was a bettin’ man,
I wouldn’t bet on this land;
We’ve got too fat ‘n greasy,
Just too soft ‘n way too lazy.
Folks now wantin’ somethin’,
And to get it, to do nothin’,
What is called ‘entitlement’,
Handed down by government,
Nobody willin’ to sacrifice,
Or for mistakes pay a price.
Rich folks have ‘entitlement’,
“Steal it”, that’s their chant,
Po’ folks, they want some, too,
Without having for it to do;
That just leaves middle class,
Rich and poor say, with sass,
“Middle class, kiss my ass!”
Government, just the same,
Says “Throw ‘em a bone,
‘n keep ‘em tame”.
No, I ain’t bettin’ on this land,
Former riches turnin’ to sand,
Wise vision nowhere in sight,
No one with the guts to fight,
Soft ‘n lazy, not worth killin’,
Sellin’ the souls of our chillin’,
No care what tomorrow bring,
Long as we can shirk a pain;
To Socialism sell our souls,
Gravely diggin’ buryin’ holes,
Banishin’ God from our land,
Forgettin’ we’re by His hand.
