Strong As an Oak - Watsky

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Everything is A-OK
Because I'm strong as an O-A-K (Oak!)
But money don't grow on trees (nope)
And I'm B-R-O-K-E (Broke!)

Them rims them rings them things, you can bring em out
I just had my debit card declined at in N out
The line is flipping out. Giving me evil eyes
Fuck the soda, re-run it with just the cheesy fries
cause i don't think money is THE devil
I'm not sinking, i'm just kicking it at sea level
I got my floaties on
I'm focusing on all the wonderful stuff with the force of Obi Wan
Kenobi Bro, I'm broke although I won't be woebegone
Cause even though my bank account is low or overdrawn
I'm down to mow yer lawn
I'm getting open I'm soaking up every moment and so we
should make a toast we won't be sober til the broke of dawn
because beer is cheap
and because love is free
I'm buzzin feeling like every friend is a cousin, G
And someday we'll be reminiscing on some wasn't we
Just so down and out
But we were happy then (cause)

why should I sit on my ass on the couch and be asking why life isn't equal?
with lesser possessions I'm light as a feather and so I can fly like an eagle
Cause everyone dies and I wonder why leaders in power would lie to their people
be planning like they could be fitting a camel up into the eye of a needle
but dammit I'd i settle for fitting a 94 Camry inside of my driveway
i'm sick of the image I'm living my life and i'm doing in my way
I'd rather be making the choices I'm proud of than chasing a mountain of money
But if that mountain comes to me, I'm climbing it
Gotta a brick and I'm laying it down
got a shovel, I'm breaking this ground
because I'm in red
but it's only a color that I will be painting this town
Because when I make it then I dedicate it to friends I stayed with who would do me favors even lend me paper when I couldn't pay for a little takeout
to the fact
that whatever you think that it means
I be here and I'm living my dreams
And it's cause of the people I leaned
on when I came apart at the seams
So gimme the moon
And gimme the spoon
I'm licking it clean
Until there just ain't nothing left
But who will lend a hand

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George Watsky (born September 15, 1986) is a writer and performer who believes in the equal power of the tear and the belly laugh. Born and raised in San Francisco and now based in Los Angeles, he aims to cross-pollinate the stage, screen and stereo with work that speaks to both the humor and frustrations of modern life.

George was featured on Season 6 of Russell Simmons Presents Def Poetry on HBO. He was the 2006 Youth Speaks Grand Slam Poetry Champion, 2006 Brave New Voices International Poetry Slam Champion, and performed in a record six consecutive Youth Speaks Grand Slam Finals. The last three of those audiences, all topping out at over 3,000, were the largest ever for poetry slams anywhere in the world. In 2009 Watsky was one of three poets who performed live on FOX at the NAACP Image Awards in honor of Russell Simmons’ lifetime achievement award.

George has made strides to bring his poetic sensibilities to the theater world. His one-man show So Many Levels has been presented in Boston, San Francisco, Vermont, and at the Hip Hop Theater Festival Critical Breaks series in New York City. He has also been featured at the San Francisco and Washington, DC arms of the Hip Hop Theater Festival. He played the title character and co-wrote a 2004 adaptation of Dante’s Divine Comedy for the Living Word Festival and his stage play Harold’s Fall or King Will is the recipient of the 2009 Rod Parker Playwriting Fellowship.

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