They say that people are livin' in the street
No food in their belly, no shoes on their feet
Six black children livin' in a burned-up room
One bare light bulb swinging
Little black kid come home from school
Put his key in the door
Mr. Rat's on the stairway, Mr. Junkie's lyin' in his
own vomit on the floor
You gotta roll with the punches, little black boy
That's what you got to do
You got to roll with the punches
Tap it baby
There's all these boring people, you see 'em on the TV
And they're making up all these boring stories
About how bad things have come to be
They say ";You got to, got to, got to feed the hungry";
";You got to, got to, got to heal the sick";
I say we ain't gotta do nothin' for nobody
'Cause they won't work a lick, you know
They just gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
Gonna have to roll with them
They gonna have to roll with the punches, yes they will
It don't matter whether you're white, black or brown
You won't get nowhere putting down
The old Red, White and Blue
Tap it baby. Alright. All right!
Look at those little shorts he's got on, ladies and
gentlemen
You can see all the way to Argentina
Get it
So pretty
Let 'em go to Belgium, let 'em go to France
Let 'em go to Russia
