Ceschi - This & That lyrics

Sun's out for an hour some days I’m a coward
There are days when I'm afraid
To face my face or shower
One day human beings will all be
Spit out by the planet
Today there's not much more to do than acid

Leaves are fully flaccid
At the feet of northeast trees
Barely hanging
The memories of slow dancing before fall
I’m finding myself asking
Polite to England people?
Feeling like an urban secret
And I'm wondering if they see through
Am I see-through? Pigs look at my ID
Can't read it officer please
Pronounce my name like a proud Puerto Rican
Hanging colonized flag on the
Statue of Liberty peeking
At Italians landing at Ellis like
Great grandpa sneaking in
Thanks for sliding a bootleg liquor to feed
Your children in the heat of prohibition
American dreams are rarely seen within
The lines of the system praying for the wind
To blow away our sins
Our sins are always changing
But are made up, and are basic and the same

To survive we do this and that
And to survive we do this and that

Now we see rich Republicans
Buying up marijuana stock
Same old cuckolds that years back wanted
Me and my friends locked up
They're all so against big government
And are so into tax cuts
And they hate welfare unless
It's for corporations, wars and cops
Funny how morals and laws can
Quickly change with bigger bucks
Sound so simple
And simpy not repeated enough
Prison was frustrating as fuck
But, I read a lot of books did push-ups
And dreamt about the many
Ways freedom can look
Capitalism keeps collapsing
Then resuscitated by crooks
It's a cycle that will happen till
The masses finally leave them shook
The same leeches telling families those
False promises of safety
Are the hedge fund bros crying
'save me' to the SEC
They’re the banks we’re paying fees to
When we're struggling to eat
Trading shares they never owned
Gambling our life savings

And to survive we do this and that
Yes to survive we do this and that
And to survive we do this and that
We do this and that to survive

Praying for the wind to blow away our sins
Our sins are always changing
And they’re made up, and they're basic

Praying for the wind to blow away our sins
Our sins are always changing
And they're made up
And don't basically mean a thing