On the wings of the night No more turning away On the turning away From the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that you're joining in

They say what's happenin'? We say the facts and if, they lie We comin' back for them They might say, but they don't know! (they say, they say) They don't know They say a nigga lost his mind But in the scheme of things I never lost a rhyme The thin line