Commodities

This barn burner began before the days of Nat Turner
The original talent scouts Tubman and Sojourner
The truth/discovered on asphalt playgrounds
Prodigies with skills that are profound
Pro bound/calculatin' assets before their signed for
Find more often that fate evens the score
Agents/drowning in the pool/waiting to be freed
Owners ain't concerned/ with the pedigree of the breed
Trades of young bucks for bucks
Used to wearin' cutoffs
Got button-up shirts on tuck
Once hung from trees
Now we hang from rims
As the light dims in the arena
So goes the lights in our dome
As we try to make this house a home

Chorus
Our feet, shuffle to keep up with the hustle
Our legs, carry the weight/however great
Our arms, raise 'em up over our temples
Our hands, grasp  for pleasures/however simple
Commodities are still what we are today
The difference is the price that they're willing to pay

AbsoluteVenus
A.K.A.
Hale's Angel
© 2005