One man’s trash is another man’s treasure

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

One man’s poverty makes another man rich

One man’s princess is another man’s bitch

One man cuts and the other gets stitched

One man divorces and the other gets hitch

Two man wondering off the seat in a train

All of which are trying to avoid their pain

One may listen and one may explain

All here today but not equal or same

Three man in the back the back of the bus

All of them black

What if this was us?

“Get up nigger” bones to bones, dust to dust

I sometimes wonder what if this were us

Fore man rioted

Try to justify

I see the hurt and the pain in their eye

Next stanza they will multiply

A night passes on and all mothers soon cry

Eight men died here upon the field

Tell me something

Lord when will we yield?