Poetry, a medium for social commentary?
R U Workin’ Wit Me
Are you workin with me or pushing me away
Let me tell you something I’m here to stay
You see me on the corner and give me that look
Look where your goin cause I don’t give a …..
You look at me the problem, that’s the problem
Don’t you remember when you were my age
Angry with everyone filled with hate and rage
Labelled, ignored or stereotyped were barriers
Where’s correct advice? Its hard I’m telling yers
Bring our times together share problems, be one creed
I’m pissed off being shoved in some convenient corner
Let me tell you something I ain’t Little Jack Horner
Take off my shackles I have things to say and do
Like I’ll let you teach me if you’ll let me teach you
Share the same plot, its both our hood, plant that seed
Each generation needs their freedoms to express
To make their ways through all of societies mess
Remove those barriers that bar us from sharing
Open up our worlds to value not start compairing
Workin together things just might work out first time
Running apart cuts the air turning faces places blue
Starving each other we’ll destroy each other, what’s new
Let’s lay down some tracks and share the same word
Unite the rhythms of the street, fuse the sounds heard
HEY my brother and my sister, are you working with me?
Phil Golding
Are you workin with me or pushing me away
Let me tell you something I’m here to stay
You see me on the corner and give me that look
Look where your goin cause I don’t give a …..
You look at me the problem, that’s the problem
Don’t you remember when you were my age
Angry with everyone filled with hate and rage
Labelled, ignored or stereotyped were barriers
Where’s correct advice? Its hard I’m telling yers
Bring our times together share problems, be one creed
I’m pissed off being shoved in some convenient corner
Let me tell you something I ain’t Little Jack Horner
Take off my shackles I have things to say and do
Like I’ll let you teach me if you’ll let me teach you
Share the same plot, its both our hood, plant that seed
Each generation needs their freedoms to express
To make their ways through all of societies mess
Remove those barriers that bar us from sharing
Open up our worlds to value not start compairing
Workin together things just might work out first time
Running apart cuts the air turning faces places blue
Starving each other we’ll destroy each other, what’s new
Let’s lay down some tracks and share the same word
Unite the rhythms of the street, fuse the sounds heard
HEY my brother and my sister, are you working with me?
Phil Golding
Wed, 15 Aug 2007 11:59 am