June 06 2008

Text By Greg Fallis

Nobody made us no promises.

Work hard, live right, tell the truth, do the honorable thing...you do all that because you're supposed to, not because you might get a reward for it. We all understood that. We all believed that. A reward would be nice, ain't nobody saying it wouldn't. That ain't the point. Never was.

But a man would like to break even. That's not asking much. We don't need to get ahead, but we don't want to lose ground neither. Wasn't no promises made, but there was expectations. We all expected to do better than our parents, and we all expected our kids to do better than us. Just a little bit better; we're not greedy. Not all of us, anyway.

Work hard, live right, tell the truth, do the honorable thing and you still can't afford to put gas in the tank. We know they're playing us for saps. We know it and we just can't stop. Tomorrow comes, we'll go right back to it. Thing is, folks like us don't know how to do different. And anyway, didn't nobody make us no promises.