Stare And Stare

stare and stare

across the aisle at the necktie he wears

people steppin' up diggin' for the fare

a lady standing

and no one even cares

we're all just ridin'

with our nose in the air

another stop on the bus

some people boardin'

a 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 preachin'

where are the folks the script's been reachin'

they're hard to find

like its a crime to do good and brotherhood

seems no one will and the only thrill is doin' bad

its kinda sad

so all i'm trying to say is

what a way to waste the day

the black and the ofay work the same job for the pay

but it seems here lately we have nothin' to say