The Last Poets - On The Subway lyrics

On the Subway I dug the man digging on me But the dude was hung in up in a ma** of confusion as to who i was He thought he was trying to see but you see but you see me knowing me black proud and determined to be free could plainly see my enemy yes yes yes i know him i once slaved for him body and soul and made him a pile of black gold off the sweat of my labor he stole but his game his game is old we've broken the mental hold things must change there's no limit to our range he can never understand the new black man let alone see us everyday riding the subway 8th ave, 7th ave, 6th ave, i-n-d, b-m-t, i-r-t he still hasn't dug me he stares endlessly blinking (blink blink) blink/blink blink/blink he's on the brink about to sink i asked you shall i save him can he be saved? NO! NO! NO! Next stop, 125th street