When It’s All Up

When it’s all up, whatcha gonna do?

When it’s all up, you gonna cry, you gonna beg?

When it’s all up, what will you be thinking?

You be thinking of your long fine car?

You be thinking of your diamonds and your cash?

You be thinking of the power you had over others?

Or you be thinking of other things?

You be thinking that you never had enough?

You be thinking if only you had more, then you’d be truly happy?

You be thinking of the anger you felt that others had more than you?

Or you be thinking of other things?

You be thinking of the beauty of a sunrise?

You be thinking of the time you dallied with your young love in a sunlit-dappled grove?

You be thinking of the love you shared in your short life?

When it’s all up, ain’t no more time for high hattin’.

When it’s all up, ain’t no one gonna come to your rescue.

When it’s all up, you’re gonna have to go back to Mother Earth.

When it’s all up, what are you gonna leave behind?