Have-Nots from Distillery by Pyrophoria

Rich man got a leg up on his way up there
The hand you hold holds you down where
He walks with feet that never go bare
He walks the line cause he doesn’t care

Oh, rich man hates the underpass
Get a job and greener grass
Everywhere a war of class
Everywhere a war of class

Silver spoon fed and each day he grew
To never be a workin woman just like you
Six plus figures but one point of view
Boy I don’t take shine to shine your shoe

Oh, rich man hates the underpass
Get a job and greener grass
Everywhere a war of class
Everywhere a war of class

Eat the rich but what would we get
No grin that tells us to go eat shit
Ain’t no money will buy you grit
You never tried so you’d only know quit

• Experimental
• alternative
• avantgarde
• experimental rock
• female indie
• genreless
• Atlanta