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Track 06: Who owns what: PARECON and Productive Property

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Verse One:

capitalism is like an apple pie for sure / you take the apples out it ain’t an apple pie no more / so tell me baby what’s the apples in our capitalist pie / the concept that anyone should own their own slice / of farmland, factory, machinery / basically any kind of productive property / now what did you say – no, i didn’t say private / needs, wants, stuff – if you work for it, you can buy it / but if it’s property for more than just enjoyment / property that produces or is used for employment / in a PARECON, it can’t be bought or sold / productive property is something that you just won’t own / we all own it together, everything’s in the pot / and capitalism goes down with just one shot / no more slaves to a wage – slaves to a price / no more world where someone else is rolling your dice / where those who own the most – got the most say / the most sway, make the rules, set the price, set the pay / you could work you whole life and they might never work a day / i say we scrap that shit, now tell me what you say

narration: but wait if someone owns productive property and then gives me a job / what could be wrong with that

well let me break it down, tell you how we get robbed / if they own the company, well then they own your job / and if you can’t see where i’m going, then you just they type / ’cause if they own your job, then they own your life / or at least a third of it, and to make matters worse / if they own your job, then they own your work / now tell me how another cow gonna own your milk / thirty years down the road sell the dairy you built / leave your ass high and dry headed over the hill / telling you not to cry – your glass is only half spilt – bossie please

CHORUS:

but if I don’t own it, and you don’t own it / and no one owns it, that means everyone owns it / capitalism is like an apple pie for sure / you take the apples out, it ain’t an apple pie no more / so tell me, neighbor, what’s the apples in our capitalist pie / owning productive property as part of economic life

Verse Two:

we always hearing you get it how you can take it / forgetting that we came into this world buck naked / with no possessions aside from our potential / i didn’t choose my birth, it was purely accidental / so what gives me the right / to own property that affects your life / where you work, where you live / what you buy, how much you spend / once you steal another’s choice, you can’t return it – you’ve burned it / and don’t fall for that shit about hard work and how they earned it / you don’t earn the right to speak for someone else / choose for someone else – what you earn is what you give of yourself / ’cause if the property is doing the work – that ain’t you / and if the workers are doing the work – that ain’t you / it doesn’t matter how you get it or what you choose to do with it / owning productive property is strictly off limits

narration: but if this system has provided us a lot of the things we need and want

where’s the draw backs

what kind of system rewards the gumption / to take control over another’s consumption / decide how to divide productive resources / separate the fortunate sons from the unfortunate corpses / why should greed count more than need / why should my hunger count less than a land deed / when it’s food and water, you better understand / that a title in they pocket’s like a gun in they hand / the power to deny welfare and healthcare / i’ll bet the stars that tomorrow they’ll be buying up the air / a shopping spree for wind, the sun, the rain that falls / if no one’s out there to stop them, they’ll be buying it all / and if you think that i’m joking, well you best think twice / while you was bobbing your head, they already patenting life / and somehow nobody finds this shit morally odd / if they keep buying up the world, we might as well go ahead and call them devils god

CHORUS:

but if I don’t own it, and you don’t own it / and no one owns it, that means everyone owns it / capitalism is like an apple pie for sure / you take the apples out, it ain’t an apple pie no more / so tell me, neighbor, what’s the apples in our capitalist pie / owning productive property as part of economic life

Verse Three:

so let me say again and make sure it’s understood / if it’s personal goods, then baby it’s all good / but in the kind of future that we want / we get paid for the work we do – not the work we own / owning productive property just ain’t an option / and everything in the world ain’t up for fucking auction / capitalism lets one person turn the gift of our earth / into an instrument to benefit from other people’s work / robbing the next cat of self management / and little by little our diversity vanishes / they make us think solidarity is just giving to charity / nevermind the reason why we got such a disparity / what they talking about – buy low sell high / they ain’t talking about no stocks, they talking about our lives / each new receipt is just another bargaining chip / while the rest of us just trying not to lose our grip / so down with OPP – owning productive property / down with it – down with it – six feet in the ground with it / let me hear you holler PARECON if you get me / i said we firing the current owners, we taking over, now who’s with me

CHORUS:

’cause if I don’t own it, and you don’t own it / and no one owns it, that means everyone owns it / capitalism is like an apple pie for sure / you take the apples out, it ain’t an apple pie no more / so tell me, neighbor, what’s the apples in our capitalist pie / owning productive property as part of economic life / ’cause if I don’t own it, and you don’t own it / and no one owns it, that means everyone owns it

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