We've got to do something to pick up the slack
We've got to do something to get us all on track
Somebody cried to get here
Somebody died to get here
We've got to do something; we can't turn back
There's a mother turning over in her grave
There's a father donned in rope praying for a save
All because they dared
All because they cared
There's a child set free, a man who's not a slave
Tell me when will we make up no excuse
Tell me when will we stop all of the abuse
Too many children left behind
Too many grown folks in a bind
Tell me when will we stand up and be of use.
We're like a backbone broken in too many places
We're like a great leader with too many faces
Can't seem to get ahead
Too many in our bed
We're tearing up the roads that were paved instead.
We've got to do something to pick up the slack
We've got to do something to get us all on track
Somebody cried to get here
Somebody died to get here
We've got to do something; we can't turn back
Copyrighted © February 2007 Latorial Faison
