Just Don’t Make No Sense
[Verse 1]
It just don't make no sense
The way my corns are hurtin' me
When a man runs his game, lord knows he sure runs it mean
Four busses gone by for them
And not one gone by for me
Hey-yeah, who's on your bad rider, brother?
Yeah, let the world know we is somebody
Yeah, no, it just don't make no sense
The way my horns are hurtin' me
[Verse 2]
When you black, even waitin' ain't easy
Apparently I'm loitering
If I walk, I'm prowlin'
And if I run, I'm escapin'!
No, it just don't make no sense
The way my corns are hurtin' me
[Verse 3]
If I sit, I'm shiftless
But lord knows I'd be held in faith
If I look like I even look like I look like I was gettin' ready
To get on my feet someday
Everybody'd be gettin' in a race to keep me in my place
My brothers be rushin' in there to fat mouth me down
And the man is shootin' me down
And it just don't make no sense
The way these corns are hurtin' me
[Verse 4]
Frown, you're hostile
Smile, you're Tom
Look tired, you're on junk
Stumble, and you're drunk
If I wash, I'm a pimp, if I don't, I'm a bum
And these feet?
Well, these feet won't let me be
No, it just don't make no sense
The way my corns are hurtin' me
[Verse 5]
Always gotta be callin' or doin' you somethin'
Tired of being tired about the way they treatin' us
I'm tired of that phony smile they do
I'm tired of feeling myself grinnin' back, too
Tired of not bustin' up some lips like I ought to, too
And I'm tired of waitin' for this bus
And it just don't make no sense
Lord knows, the way these corns are hurtin' me
[Verse 6]
Just let 'em keep it up!
They got the nerve to have a moon bus
And they got nothin' to water but the exploited seeds
If they knew what's good for they heads
They put that bread on fixin' black folks feet
'Cause this bus waitin', and this corn achin'
Gon' make the meanest, head whippin', militant out of me
The world has ever seen!
No, it just-
[Verse 7]
Yeah, I wanna get on
Why you think I'm standin' here, huh?
Damn right, I been waitin' long
Ain't you never heard of rapid, urban transportation?
All you folks think black folks is for is waitin'
Waitin' for the supreme court's latest jive decision
Waitin', waitin' for the man to pick who is qualified
Waitin' in the emergency ward to die
Just don't make no sense
The way my corns are hurtin' me
[Verse 8]
I don't get a seat, the revolution is here
If you step on these feet, and the revolution is right now!
(Now now now now)