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Song lyrics for acoustic guitar

(The chords are G D A)

Hey mister president,

Thanks for dropping by 

I hope you know that I

Wanted you to try and break us free

And

Hey mister president 

Did you know that I have sent

A letter to our government

But it was never relevant or read to you

And 

Hey mister government 

Thank you for the times

And Thank you for my dimes 

And thank you fr'all the lies 

But it's just  a fools game anyhow 

But 

Hey mister senator

I hope your feeling proud 

With your head up in clouds

 a wife you sleep around 

Pictured is a man who looks just like you

But 

Hey mister president 

I hope you play my song

On the white houses front lawn 

And that it makes you think about 

What it means 

To be 

Counted on for change 

But not a pocket full of dimes 

Or building walls  or speeding fines 

Just a voice to keep my time 

And we will all hold hands and sing

with a voice that is the meaning 

Of tomorrow 

Once, upon a long ago time, 

During times unexpected came a day,

That I did utter a crime,

Nothing more than did I say, 

Not of any mention of a beard,

But more along the lines of weird,

Never meaning to offend,

I thought she was a little strange,

Apalled, she brought words to defend,

As if I had paralled her to deranged, 

In such confusion was an apology,

And as such explained my mind,

It was no comment on physiology,

Or that her thoughts were unrefined,

In fact I identified as much stranger,

And never knew the word a danger, 

To mention a difference is vile,

Hearing such brings no smile,

The revelation was startling, 

Thus began reality departing: 

There is such worship of creativity,

But those things are held in captivity,

Trained to be the same in each activity,

Only wanting to see most productivity,

I dared to, continue to,

Be something strange, 

I've collected a small crew,

Which I will never exchange.

We are the seperated odd,

But do not think us flawed,

If ever we utter the word,

Just know we mean to applaud--

Let not meaning of the word be blurred.

I speak my mind.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I bear you my soul.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe that all beings and 

life forms are all the same, 

and different, 

at the same time, 

and that we are slowly losing 

our connection to this concept 

as a species, and it is destroying us.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

I believe there is a sanctity 

that lies within each individual,

every animal,

every life form.

Don't like it?

Too bad.

Don't like my

style of self-expression?

My authenticity?

My 'attitude'?

My disgust with closed-minded people?

My honesty?

My truth?

It's just plain too bad.

I love yours, and I hope 

one day we can meet halfway.

4:20 PM 6/28/2013

©

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2zIW8qDPhos

.........

You seem so phased that im different

You seem so overturned that i dont live up to your immoral standard

You get mad when i remain unmoved by your deletirious innuendos 

Difference is my unearned virtue

Independence is a mentality

So who i am isnt determined by my genes  but by my God and my psychological intellect

So let me incline as you try to fill me with a since of culpability for being different and i will never be on the level as you because i am one

I am a individual 

I am different

So for a summary....

I am a brick while you are concrete

                                   -Un-Instituionalized