Stare and stare I look across the aisle at the process he wears While people sitting back digging my nappy hair A sister standing and no one even cares We're all just riding with our nose in the air
Another stop on the bus Some people boarding different color then us They hate to mingle but no one makes a fuss The thing about it, there's no one here we can trust
Of all the Sunday times of preaching Where all the folks that the scripts been reachin' They're hard to find Like it's a crime to do of good and brotherhood
Seems no one will and the only thrill Is doing bad and that's kind of sad So all I'm trying to say is what a way What a way to waste the day
The black and the old Faye Working the same jobs for the pay But it seems here lately We have nothing to say
Stare and stare I look across the aisle at the process he wears While people sitting back digging my nappy hair A sister standing and no one even cares We're all just riding with our nose in the air
Another stop on the bus Some people boarding, different color than us They hate to mingle but no one makes a fuss The thing about it, there's no one here we can trust
Of all the sunday times of preachin' Here all the folks that the scrlpts been reachin' They're hard to find Like it's a crime to do of good and brotherhood
Seems no one will and the only thrill Is doing bad and that's kind of sad So all I'm trying to say is what a way What a way to waste the day
The black and the old Faye Working the same jobs for the pay But it seems here lately We have nothing to sayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
