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Curtis Mayfield

Stare And Stare

 

Stare And Stare

(album: Curtis / Live! - 1971)


Stare and stare
I look across the aisle at the process he wears
While people sitting back digging my nappy hair
A sister standing and no one even cares
We're all just riding with our nose in the air

Another stop on the bus
Some people boarding different color then us
They hate to mingle but no one makes a fuss
The thing about it, there's no one here we can trust

Of all the Sunday times of preaching
Where all the folks that the scripts been reaching
They're hard to find
Like it's a crime to do of good and brotherhood

Seems no one will and the only thrill
Is doing bad and that's kind of sad
So all I'm trying to say is what a way
What a way to waste the day

The black and the old Faye
Working the same jobs for the pay
But it seems here lately
We have nothing to say

Stare and stare
I look across the aisle at the process he wears
While people sitting back digging my nappy hair
A sister standing and no one even cares
We're all just riding with our nose in the air

Another stop on the bus
Some people boarding, different color than us
They hate to mingle but no one makes a fuss
The thing about it, there's no one here we can trust

Of all the Sunday times of preaching
Here all the folks that the scrlpts been reaching
They're hard to find
Like it's a crime to do of good and brotherhood

Seems no one will and the only thrill
Is doing bad and that's kind of sad
So all I'm trying to say is what a way
What a way to waste the day

The black and the old Faye
Working the same jobs for the pay
But it seems here lately
We have nothing to say

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