I won't tell you that I love you,
Kiss or hug you,
'Cause I'm bluffin' with my muffin.
I'm not lyin',
I'm just stunnin' with my love-glue gunnin'
Okay, no. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. But it's serious answer time now, folks. What comes to mind is this;
Don't you know,
They're talkin' 'bout a revolution
It sounds like a whisper.
While they?re standing in the welfare lines,
Crying at the doorsteps of those armies of salvation,
Wasting time in the unemployment lines,
Sitting around waiting for a promotion.
Poor people are gonna rise up
And get their share.
Poor people are gonna rise up
And take what?s theirs.
Finally, the tables are starting to turn.