A troubled man with a smile on his face
hides the struggles one endures with his own confusion
and inner turmoil.
Keeping his cool under the misunderstandings from others struggling with the same things
hides the fact that they aren't the ones making his blood boil.
Taxes coming out of his checks
take away money that has been honestly gained and deprive a taxpayer of the fruit of his toil.
It burns like a living coal in his soul.
A troubled man, heavy is the head, heavy was his heart as stone,
But,
somehow he managed to smile through it all although he was left on his own.
He walks with a hot chip on his shoulder,
A product of his environment, he became a rebel,
a revolutionary soldier.
Deep down he longs for a way out,
To escape the ghetto’s never-ending bout.
A troubled man, heavy is the head, heavy was his heart as stone,
A troubled...