Woman keeps tryin' to please her old man. Oh no.
He doesn't understand.
He hits her with the back of his hand.
He's the system.
Baby's cryin' as he's slapped around, oh yeah,
And as he hits the ground,
He makes a sort of piercing shrieking sound.
He's getting beat by the system.
All the brothers cryin' 'cross the hall, oh yeah.
You know they feel so small.
They'll do their best to just ignore it all.
They're getting beat by the system.
No one wants to face up to what's happenin'.
Nobody wants to know.
But everybody, yes everybody, knows.
Everybody leaves it alone.
And it grows.
And it hurts to get beat by the system.
No one wants to stand up to what's happenin'.
Nobody seems to care.
Just keep on standing, yes keep on standing, there.
Everybody's semi-aware.
They don't care.
But it hurts to get beat by the system.
Man walkin' up and down the street, oh yeah.
Smiles at all he meets.
He's looking for another one to beat.
He's the system.
We gotta beat the system.
FADE ((Ad lib repeat last line))
© (1/28) 1991 Big Apple Pub Co.
(p) 1991 National Records Inc.
All rights reserved.
From the Weavers LP Peace to the Brethren, DXSB-750.