The cops put a black boy in back of the car
The pretty people watching as they strut into the bar
They’re saying «get away»
There ain’t nothing here to see
«Stay away, you wanna join him in the seat?»
And all the children in the street with nothing to protest
Ain’t it funny?
They’ve all gone to bed with you my love
What a fine way to spend your money
And they’re singing
Have you got it all figured out?
Or do you still doubt yourself, when you’re alone?
Have you got it all figured out?
Or do you still doubt yourself, when you’re alone?
The thief terrorize in disguise all the time
Seven days a week in the cubicle confines
And everyday, the kids crawl up and fall away
They just say, «there ain’t nothing we can change»
But six flights down and around the town
Talking to a lady with a dreadlock baby
She said, «bring the war home
This is my great grandson and I’m alone,
You get why I’m angry?»
'Cause all the kids, they just pass me by
I sit alone and I wonder why
I’m black and blue
And how about you?
Have you got it all figured out?
Or do you still doubt yourself, when you’re alone?
(When you’re taking all your money, prescription at the drugstore)
Have you got it all figured out?
Or do you still doubt yourself, when you’re alone?