Just Don’t Make No Sense

Lyrics

[Verse 1] It just don't make no sense The way my corns are hurtin' me When a man runs his game, lord knows he sure runs it mean Four busses gone by for them And not one gone by for me Hey-yeah, who's on your bad rider, brother? Yeah, let the world know we is somebody Yeah, no, it just don't make no sense The way my horns are hurtin' me [Verse 2] When you black, even waitin' ain't easy Apparently I'm loitering If I walk, I'm prowlin' And if I run, I'm escapin'! No, it just don't make no sense The way my corns are hurtin' me [Verse 3] If I sit, I'm shiftless But lord knows I'd be held in faith If I look like I even look like I look like I was gettin' ready To get on my feet someday Everybody'd be gettin' in a race to keep me in my place My brothers be rushin' in there to fat mouth me down And the man is shootin' me down And it just don't make no sense The way these corns are hurtin' me [Verse 4] Frown, you're hostile Smile, you're Tom Look tired, you're on junk Stumble, and you're drunk If I wash, I'm a pimp, if I don't, I'm a bum And these feet? Well, these feet won't let me be No, it just don't make no sense The way my corns are hurtin' me [Verse 5] Always gotta be callin' or doin' you somethin' Tired of being tired about the way they treatin' us I'm tired of that phony smile they do I'm tired of feeling myself grinnin' back, too Tired of not bustin' up some lips like I ought to, too And I'm tired of waitin' for this bus And it just don't make no sense Lord knows, the way these corns are hurtin' me [Verse 6] Just let 'em keep it up! They got the nerve to have a moon bus And they got nothin' to water but the exploited seeds If they knew what's good for they heads They put that bread on fixin' black folks feet 'Cause this bus waitin', and this corn achin' Gon' make the meanest, head whippin', militant out of me The world has ever seen! No, it just- [Verse 7] Yeah, I wanna get on Why you think I'm standin' here, huh? Damn right, I been waitin' long Ain't you never heard of rapid, urban transportation? All you folks think black folks is for is waitin' Waitin' for the supreme court's latest jive decision Waitin', waitin' for the man to pick who is qualified Waitin' in the emergency ward to die Just don't make no sense The way my corns are hurtin' me [Verse 8] I don't get a seat, the revolution is here If you step on these feet, and the revolution is right now! (Now now now now)