guy on the subway
shakes the silence into sound
and the music I have found
changes subway halls to song

lift up my heavy heart that wanders
lift up my heavy heart that wanders
strumming chords
on circular commuting
"gotta be a star"
yep gotta be a star
but it's so far underground

push the system out of me
shake the system out of me

those guys in those bars are still jerks
still looking at her skirt
instead of looking at her worth
it's a shame time's
so easy to waste
look a little closer
I'll give you a taste
of open honest loving
easier than living
in the maze that pain
mapped out for you
it's about space
it's about time
it's about giving him a quarter
then her a dime

just cuz I was born
into this system
doesn't mean I live it
just cuz I was born here
doesn't mean I am it
where they draw all their lines
don't take it as the limit
America is spoiled
clean it up or swim in it

it's all the timing
reality is blinding
I can't even face the place
they try to buy me
women are a window
see beyond reflection
listen to the asking
ask for better listening

still looking for my mother
calling on my sister
rode all the way uptown
just because I missed her
all my parents taught me
now I see it's not me
but looking at my history
is the only way to find me

I'm sick of race
determining our wage
America I feel
your capitalistic cage
keep the people down
fill their heads with fear
keep the people down
infest their heads with fear
then offer them a cruth
and charge them way too much