I don’t know about a lot of you guys, but I just worked a 14 hour day in St. Louis Park on a city water main project amongst a bunch of apartments, many of which are low-income housing.
There was a homicide there last week (it made the news), tons of able-bodied people “hanging out” during working hours, cars getting repoed, needles on the ground (and in our biff), and plenty of “well fed” people.
The sad part is I’ve worked it neighborhoods far worse than it. If you were just driving by or walking down the adjoining block in this neighborhood you wouldn’t even notice it being bad.
Today a group of people were literally yelling/arguing/bragging in excitement about how they were going to spend the $260 getting paid back to everyone in the state (even to those who never paid in a penny, which is another topic itself).
Our country IS FU#KED UP in many ways.
If all you see is sunshine and daisies, I’ll send you a pin to my job site.
The State of Minnesota and the Federal Government are literally enabling and funding this lifestyle (from people like me, and people like you) which will repeat itself over and over again.
I heard on the radio that there’s a proposed bill to raise taxes for St. Paul residents so low income people can get free child care. Are you kidding me???
What ever happened to personal accountability??
I love the song, and agree with almost everything he says (except the bullshit pay, we get paid well for utility work in Minnesota), but you have to WORK FOR IT.
I’m exactly one week away from ever working in the Twin Cities again, and I only wish it were sooner. I’ve sold my soul there for 20 years, and it’s finally paid off.
I know there’s riff raff almost everywhere, but not as concentrated/encouraged/common/enabled like it can be there.
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I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
So I can sit out here and waste my life away
Drag back home and drown my troubles away
It’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
‘Cause your dollar ain’t sh#t and it’s taxed to no end
‘Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I wish politicians would look out for miners
And not just minors on an island somewhere
Lord, we got folks in the street, ain’t got nothin’ to eat
And the obese milkin’ welfare
Well, God, if you’re 5-foot-3 and you’re 300 pounds
Taxes ought not to pay for your bags of fudge rounds
Young men are puttin’ themselves six feet in the ground
‘Cause all this damn country does is keep on kickin’ them down
Lord, it’s a damn shame what the world’s gotten to
For people like me and people like you
Wish I could just wake up and it not be true
But it is, oh, it is
Livin’ in the new world
With an old soul
These rich men north of Richmond
Lord knows they all just wanna have total control
Wanna know what you think, wanna know what you do
And they don’t think you know, but I know that you do
‘Cause your dollar ain’t sh#t and it’s taxed to no end
‘Cause of rich men north of Richmond
I’ve been sellin’ my soul, workin’ all day
Overtime hours for bullshit pay
