Stephen Stills

Would you knock a man down if you dont like the cut of his clothes
Could you put a man away if you dont want to hear what he knows
Well its happening right here people dying of fear by the droves
And I know most of you
Either dont believe its true,
Or else you dont know what to do
Or maybe Im singing about you,
Who knows.
Its incredibly sick, you can feel it, as across the land it flows
Prejudice is slick when its a word game, it festers and grows,
Move along quick, it furthers one to have somewhere to go
You can feel it as its rumblin
Let emotions keep a tumblin
Then as cities start to crumblin
Mostly empty bellies grumblin
Here we go
People see somebody different fear is the first reaction shown
Then they think theyve got him licked the barbaric hunt begins and they move in slow
A human spirit is devoured the remains left to carrion crow
I was told that life is change
And yet history remains,
Does it always stay the same
Do we shrug it off and say
Only God knows
By and by, somebody usually goes down to the ghetto
Try and help but they dont know why folks treat them cold
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old.
You see one must have a mission
In order to be a good Christian
If you dont you will be missing
High Mass or the evening show
And the well fed masters reap the harvests of the polluted seeds theyve sown,
Smug and self-righteous they bitch about people they owe,
And you cant prove them wrong, theyre so God damn sure they know
I have seen these things with my very own eyes and defended my battered soul,
It must be too tough to die,
American propaganda, South African lies
Will not force me to take up arms, thats my enemies pride,
Ands I wont fight by his rules thats foolishness besides,
His ignorance is gonna do him in and nobodys gonna cry,
Because his children they are growing up and plainly tired of putting up
With bigots and their silver cups
Theyre fed up, they might throw up
On you
[ Word Game Lyrics ]