Hard
Hard
I've seen you
thinkin you're down
cuz you're downtown
talkin bout being kept down
kicked around
as you wrap your lips round
a menthol cigarette
and each word you speak is punctuated
by a puff of smoke that's fluxuating
on the hot air that you have just expelled
both literally and figuratively
and you figure, now you've done it all
you've marched and rallied
and listened to dred-locked Rasta's incite riots
which you think is a riot
cuz then the man would beat you down
and opress you to death
and from your little corner of heaven
you'd see us
thinkin we were down
cuz we were downtown
talkin bout bein kept down
kicked around
just like you