I have been following a trail the past couple of years – sort of like a sojourn or spirit journey towards finding answers. For some reason got hooked on Yelawolf’s song “Til it’s Done” and it brought back the desire to create again. Need to follow the lead and read, play the video in the middle and then go back to the rest of the poem to get the full message. This was created for some fellow sojourners…
Tin Mans and Dorothy
They ain’t nothin’ but high class, high class, high class
Looking down at low class, low class, low class
Sayin’ we ain’t nothin’ but no class, no class, no class
Look at that made up girl wishing she was a rock star, a movie star
Putting on the frills like you is royalty when you ain’t nothin’ but no class, no class, no class
You ain’t nothin’ but a bag of bone
To be used and abused
Where ya pimp honey? Miss no class, no class, no class
You want to be out on ya own? It’s a man’s world…
Who got your authority?
You don’t get authority Miss no class, no class, no class
You ain’t nothing but a sex kitten, a big little lioness…
We up here on the city on the hill lookin’ down at all the low class, low class, low class
Knowing we gonna shoot the no class, no class, no class
Cuz they ain’t nothin’ but day time drama
One hit wonders
Made for plunder
Made up for skits – ready to take out hits
Cuz we break their mirrors and tie ‘em to tears
Tin mans and Dorothy
Like sands in the hourglass
Those high class, high class, high class
Comin’ down to the low class, low class, low class
Pretending to be their friend, pretending to be a dear
Cuz when the sun rises
And when the dreams fade
We just go back to being that Miss no class, no class, no class
Are we really rusted? Pushed down, busted?
Once super heroes – grand masters word wizards?
Boanerges – like John and James Zebedee
Apostles of glory suited up like metal men
Forced out in the rain
Just tin mans all standin’ in a row
Wearing that mask
That mask of woe
On the edge of that patch of yellow brick road
Boanerges – grand orators, word wizards
Refusing to bow out, refusing to give up
Following Dorothy down Emerald way
Seeking that path of Isaiah 61
Tin Mans of Righteousness – oaks of metal
Grilled out, spaced out, listening to that garbage piped out
In Hollywood’s freak out
Where did Dorothy go? Didn’t we cage that bitch?
Refusing to let her seek that lion of fame, that boanerges of Judah?
Where did that lion go? That grand daddy of word wizardry?
He caught up in mystified garbage face down in that mirror
Watching that snow drift..drift..drift
Finding all his hoes are all freaked out, freaked out, freaked out
Cuz he let Dorothy fly out, fly out, fly out
The Tin Mans are all trimming out, running down Emerald Way
Cuz Scarecrow just got out
Don’t judge that book by it cover
Cuz you Mr. Lion wanna be is put out, trippin’ out
Falling down that white line, that pill in the bottle
Finding your reflection in that mirror is nothin’ but evil
Cuz you listenin’ to that piped out, freaked out witch of the west
Who want to cut out all the Tin Mans and Dorothy?
Rein it in Mr. Lion all your hate, all your judgement
Cuz we ain’t no class, no class, no class
Who is high class? cuz Dorothy and Tin Mans ain’t see Emerald Way
Emerald Way just a mental picture, a place of fantasy.