Jeremy Ivey - Someone Else's Problem Lyrics

You say the world is getting smaller and you've got no place to stand
The Law is getting taller and it's shadows force your hand
And you wanna make a difference but you'd rather have it made
And you preach the sin of greed, while your pockets getting paid

Yeah, you're nodding in agreement when you hear the prophet speak
And the words of equal measure you're so eager to repeat
But you do not seek the answers, I guess you already got 'em
And the trouble in the world, it ain't your problem

Well you say it's such a shame, all the families on the street
But you hug your children close when you pass the place they sleep
And you wanna give them something, but you don't have any cash
Besides you know you pay your taxes, the city should clean up all this trash

You've got deadlines and dues, you know the truth it ain't that funny
The kids need their tuition, you're not made of money
It's a shame their at the ladder, such a shame they're at the bottom
But the weight that brings them down, it ain't your problem

Well you said you'd live with nothing and you want to give it back
You've tried to walk like Ghandi, but the clothes upon your back
They're made in third world sweatshops with synthetic golden thread
And you're opening your eyes by the scriptures that you read

Now you're working forty hours, it's too late to change your name
You're trying to scrape by between the gears of the game
And you've made a few donations, so they would not be forgotten
And you've done the best you could, but it ain't your problem

Now you go to sleep at night, while the grief swims in your head
Before your kids go to war, they're killed in school instead
But that's the way the west was won, in this godforsaken land
By the cigarette in their teeth and a pistol in their hand

So you drive your car to work, you watch the climate change
You think of all the immigrants who's children have been caged
And the poor son that was murdered 'cause some racist cop just shot him
Forget his mama's pain, 'cause it ain't your problem

Well the Yankee fought the rebel, the Arab fought the Jew
The few fight the many and the many fight the few
The Christians fight each other
Yeah, the Buddhists fight the fight
While the right blame the left and the left believe they're right

Well it started in the home, between a woman and a man
But it's always been that way, ever since the world began
And all the holy wars, you know the dead already fought 'em
And there's really no such thing as someone else's problem