his father is passing away
and he coughs all night long
my mother won’t kiss me goodbye
for on the same bed we stay
for on the same bed we lie
but there’s one thing I can’t recall
there’s only one answer I’d love to know
are we running away?
will we make it through the gate?
will we run, run, run away?
my friend keeps on saying that she’s great
and she says everything’s fine everything’s great
but her man doesn’t look quite the same
‘cause he’s down on talent and pride needles and shame
are neglected responsibilities
what me and my people run from?
distracted from topicalities
are we losing the sense of our role?