On my way home
I did not see police brutality
On my way home
I saw a fat policeman
Trying to catch a thief
On my way home
I saw some men
Having a fist fight
And I said to myself
This ain't right
On my way home
I live in a sad cold town
I ride in a sad blue bus
I ride with men
Who have nicotine lungs
I ride with women
Who speak in tongues
On my way home
Pain and shame
Coming out of
Every child's face
And every man
On my way home
The lights go off
The supermarkets close at 9
And we all go home
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