Calling students, teachers, poets and preachers
The straightedge and rough-around-them truth seekers
The too deepers, those blessed with the boldness to speak
And those who express more by the quiet they keep
Calling those who want solutions
Those who pray until their knees hurt
Those who want revolution just enough to buy a T-shirt
It's for the homeless, the vagabonds and the phoneless
The people thinking they already know this
You say, she can't be talking about us
'Cause you don't think I should, man
Aren't you what they call a good man?
We've got love, joy, peace, patience, gentleness
Convenience and comfort should also take precedence, right?
I'm not impressed with it, fight until the death with it
Might be a southpaw, but I won't be left with this
So before we get too far talking vision for changes
I'd like for us to visualize what change is
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Maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling
How we lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling
Call me naive, but you got me wondering
Why we got two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling
I think maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling
(Maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling)
How we lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling
(Lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling)
Ooh call me naive, but you got me wondering
(Call me naïve, but you got me wondering)
Why we got two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling
(Two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling)
Hey, stop-look both ways
Before crossing your heart at the end of the day
It's not that we don't know that crime pays
It's that someone else is cast as the criminal
(She can't be talking about us)
(She's talking about them)
'Cause, baby, you never killed nobody
(No matter the mark, she must be trying to condemn)
Some say that I am
Maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling
(Maybe it's me, but it seems kinda humbling)
How we lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling
(Lay concrete but can't keep it from crumbling)
Ooh call me naïve, but you got me wondering
(Call me naive, but you got me wondering)
Why we got two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling
(Two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling)
Enough, you're raising a glass
To stocking up on sympathy and hoping it lasts
Mine's up for some people of the past
But I'd much rather toast it to all of you
(She really needs to give it a rest, take life as it comes)
'Cause you're one of the good people, right?
(Gather 'round and give it our best)
(We'll get this done)
But it's take twenty one
Might just be me, but it seems kinda humbling
(Sound with a plea, I would say why, why)
How we lay concrete but it's always crumbling
(Ha ha ha-oow wa-ha)
You can call me naïve, but you really got me wondering
(You got me wondering, why)
Why we got two good feet but would still still stumbling
(Two good feet, tell me why)
Tell me why
We got two good feet but prefer to keep stumbling