There’s a problem in our community,
from it we have no immunity,
our values have drifted astray,
We seek money first then we pray.
If we ain’t stealing his, we’re borrowing hers,
our stores are owned by foreigners.
Call the coroner, love is dead.
It shriveled and died, like the hair on our heads .
Bull shit is cheap, not like gold,
Young ignorance disrespects the wise and the old.
So it goes, don’t you see,
There’s a problem in our community.