A circle spinning faster And getting larger all the time A whirlpool spelled disaster For all the people who don't rhyme Him who don't fit through the
Here I am, after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter
Was there a touch of spring? Did she have a pink dress on? And when she smiled, her shyest smile Could you almost touch the warmth? And was it your
if it's only as far as last week. Not to face now or tomorrow, but to face backwards. And yesterday was the day of our cinema heroes riding to the rescue
Brother Man nowadays living in the ghetto Where the danger's sure enough real Well when he's out late at night and if he's got his head on right Well
Watching players dealing in the fast lane Set your camera shutters for the fast frames Like Charlie Chaplin movies that go so quick Fending off a stampede
Basie was never really commonplace He was always measures ahead. Ellington was more than number one For the music and things that he said. Bird was
Countryside was cold and still There were three crosses on the hill Each one wore a burning hood To hide its rotten core of wood And I say father,
Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio What we did was to help our generation realize
See that black boy over there, runnin' scared his ol' man's in a bottle. He done quit his 9 to 5 to drink full time so now he's livin' in the bottle
Jagged jigsaw pieces Tossed about the room I saw my grandma sweeping With her old straw broom But she didn't what she was doing She could hardly understand
A rat done bit my sister Nell. (with Whitey on the moon) Her face and arms began to swell. (and Whitey's on the moon) I can't pay no doctor bills. (but
Brother livin' in a cell, Doin' time in a county jail, Now you might think his life is hell, But he told me, first room he ever had to himself He'
Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She
Yeah the doctors don't know, but New York was killing me, Bunch of doctors coming round, they don't know That New York is killing me Yeah I need to go
A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago but no one seems to know I'm gone Home is where the hatred is, home is
I'm gonna take myself a piece of sunshine And paint it all over my sky Be no rain, be no rain I'm gonna take the song from every bird And make 'em sing
Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning She'd