Stare and stare
I look across the aisle at the process he wears
While people sitting back diggIng my nappy hair.
A sister standing, and no one even cares
We're all just riding with our nose in the air.

Another stop on the bus.
Some people boarding... different color than us,
They hate to mingle,
But no one makes a fuss,
The thing about it... there's no one here we can trust.

Of all the Sunday times of preaching
Where all the folks that the scripts been reachin.
They're hard to find, like it's a crime
To do of good and brotherhood

Seems no one will and the only thrill
Is doing bad
And that's kind of sad.
So all I'm trying to say, is what a way,
What a way to waste the day.

The Black and the ofay...

Working the same jobs for the pay
But it seems here lately we have nothing to say....

Stare...

Stare...

Stare....


...Stare.