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BE THAT AS IT MAY - © 2007 Patti DeRosa

Chaos and confusion
Survival of the tough
Some people seem to always to get too much
Some never get enough.

The world is filled with danger
Desperation and despair
The way the pie’s divided up
The slices aren’t fair.

And the ones who hold the power
The ones who hold the reins
Seem to have a hundred million ways designed
To profit from our pain.

Be that as it may, be that as it may
I’m holding on to love despite it all
Be that as it may

What happened to the children
Who played along the streets?
Futures disappearing in a flash
Of half-truths and deceit

Where are all the leaders?
I’ve been searching for the ones
Who’ll stand up with conviction and say yes to peace
And no to all the guns.

And the ones who hold the power
The ones who hold the reins
Seem to have a hundred million ways designed
To profit from our pain.

Be that as it may, be that as it may
I’m holding on to love despite it all
Be that as it may

Time is running out, we’ve got to find a way to share
The alternative’s unthinkable, it’s more than I can bear

I am just one person
Just one lonely voice
With voices raised together
We can make a choice.

Be that as it may, Be that as it may
……….Be that as it may

GREASE ON MY WHEELS - © 2004 Patti DeRosa

VERSE #1:
I go to church each Sunday, and I take my kids to school
I work hard to make a living, and I believe the Golden Rule
I try hard to love God’s children and treat them all the same
And I’d never say a hateful word - I’m not the one to blame

VERSE #2:
I marched with King in Selma, so I understand the plight
I’d never wear a pointed hood or deny a civil right
I think we’ve made much progress though it’s happened much too slow
But people just complain too much, now it’s time to let it go.

CHORUS 1:
Yet there’s a secret cloak I carry that’s with me all the time
And even if I fight it, I can’t deny it’s mine.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.

VERSE #3:
When I walk into a store I’m never asked for proof
And when I say what’s on my mind it’s taken as the truth
I’m never stopped while driving, folks assume I’m smart and bright
And what people like me say and do is held up to be right

VERSE #4:
When I look at all our leaders, I see reflections of my face
I’m never told when I do good that I’m a credit to my race
I can travel where I want to, I can easily get loans
I can say that race don’t matter, that I made it on my own.

CHORUS 2 & 3:
And there’s a secret cloak I carry that I can’t even see
And it offers up protection to all folks that look like me.
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.

And the secret cloak I carry is written on my skin
And even without trying
It sets me up to win
And I roll on down the road
On a rail of polished steel
Making my ride smoother with
Grease on my wheels.