On my way home
I did not see police brutality
On my way home
I saw a fat policeman
Trying to catch a thief On my way home
I saw some men
Having a fist fight
And I said to myself
This ain't right
On my way home I live in a sad cold town
I ride in a sad blue bus
I ride with men
Who have nicotine lungs
I ride with women
Who speak in tongues On my way home
Pain and shame
Coming out of
Every child's face
And every man