| Fresh Air For My Mama |
| So say one and so say all Say what you gotta say Or don't say nothing at all You been tossin' and turnin' through soft sticky nights While the Bronx below you fights to stay alive So say one and so say all Be what you gotta be Or don't be nothing at all Be gracious to your mother When you leave this neighbourhood The change is going to do her good Next to me you look bad 'Cos there ain't no fresh air for my momma, my momma But the drop is shear When you break away Take me away It's just about time to hit the road And say You gotta believe in something It's easy to see My God is fading away So pick up your bible and pray for me We're all alone in the darkness But our eyes are wide open We don't see nothing And our hands are tied To the railings of the Bowery And the humid city slickers So say one and so say all We had a lot to say And we said it all The cost of living in dreams Is rising like a crime wave The American way of dying And it gets you every time And it looks like it's got to my momma My momma May she rest in peace |