Rolled Up Paper

You started kicking a piece of
rolled up a paper
thru the dust
those dusts were your dreams               Ribbons in yor hair
                                                               its yor tribe
                                                               its yor vibe
And now you still trust                          want to
in them
in Portugal it seems                               Ribbons in hair                    Garbage
you're learning portuguese                     be individual                       live in garbage
                                                               in the collective                   or next to
                                                               got to                                    get paid
Down on the silk coast                                                                       to sift thru garbage
down on the gold coast                          No jibe                                 you
the slave coast                                         its the vibe
the coast of ivory                                    a wordless name                 Garbage
you were a survivor                                its no game                          garbage
you could always see                              to you                                   garbage
something in that piece of paper            it is you                                 garbage
a future in its history                                                                            monotonos
                                                                Identity                                 like this song
                                                                identified
You kicked that piece                             bees in the hive                    Garbage
of rolled up paper                                    doing their own thing           garbage 
to Portugal                                                                                            life is garbage
it was crushed                                          Eagles with                          its rite
you were not crushed                               a purpose                             when it is wrong
you're learning Potuguese                        ribbons in hair
                                                                  on purpose                          Dutch garbage
                                                                  colorful                               sent to Africa
                                                                                                              to sort it
                                                                                                              big tankers 
                                                                  Make a statement                they brout it
                                                                   in the abatement                 you bout it   
                                                                  of nonentity
                                                                                                               Garbage
                                                                                                               garbage
                                                                  No jibe                                 life's garbage
                                                                  its vibe                                  and you
                                                                  its a tribal affair                   continue
                                                                  ribbons in hair.                     sifting thru
Down on the dust coast                                                                          to bring a better future
on the oil coast                                                                                        you.
where the soils are dreams
you'd got to grow into tomorrow
break thru those binding seams

You've kicked that piece
of rolled up paper
to Portugal
your goal was just
to get somewhere
you're learning Portuguese.