Yaphet Kotto /


Right boot oppresses me
Making it impossible to breathe
One foot placed on my neck
And the others welcoming
Complaints go unheard
A simple task
Not make believe
Would make them see
Depending on my strength
My outstretched hands
Never reached you
Cause you turned the other way
Majority rules
Both hands out stretched
With no attempt
And they don't reach
The status quo was planned to make up a place for me
The working class denied
Shown for the last time
(you too more from me than i gave you)
Shown if you wait
Without questioning
Where the road turns
One might miss
My outsretched hands never reached you