Feel Like a Man

Too much fighting in the streets
We don't recognize who we're for
I see you and you see me
We just fight, just like fun
What can you do when you're in the dumps
Social stature to pick it out
Obey the rules, keep in line
Do what they want, and everything's fine

Do what they say, and maybe someday
I'll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to

There are grunts saying it's always fine
But they're sure, to stab your back
Use your fists, that's what they're for
Use your fists or they'll close the door
See the rich, they're so neat
See the poor, living on the streets
The rich have everything to survive
The poor have to fight to stay alive

Do what they say, and maybe someday
I'll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to