Fairness

TTTO “French Prince of Bell-Air”

Now this a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I liked to take a minute

Just sit right there

I’ll tell you how I became a commie and cared about fair

In North California, born and raised

On the whole foods was where I spent most of my days

Doing my taxin’, relaxin’ all cool

As a responsible hippy, not being a fool

When a couple of guys who were doin’ some good

Trying to help the people in the neigborhood

Tried to do what’s right

And my mom got scared

She said, “I have to make you stop carin’ ‘bout ‘fair’”

And so I left home, joined a commune that was near

My path never shone neither brighter nor clearer

If anything, I can say that these guys were rare

And I thought, “Oh I finally made it, they care about fair”

I protested, got arrested, seven times – maybe eight

And I yelled to the coppers, “go home, people-haters”

I looked at my life

Happy I can now care

About the rights of the people, and just what’s good and fair