On the Subway

On the Subway - The Last Poets

Written by：Alafia Pudim

On the subway

I ducked a man digging on me

But the dude was hung in up in a massive confusion

As to who I was

He thought

He was trying to see

But you see but you see

Me knowning me

Black crown and determined to be free

Complained you see my enemy

Yes yes

Yes I know him

I once slaved for him body and soul

And made him a pile of black gold

Of the sweat of my labour he stole

But it's game it's game is on

We broke in the middle hole

Things must change

There's no limit to our reign

He can never understand

The new black man

Lets gone see us everyday

Riding the subway

8 th ave 7 th ave 6 th ave

I n d b m t i r t

He still hasn't dug me

He stares endlessly

Blinking

Blink blink

He's on the brink

About to sink

I asked you

Shall I save him

Can he be saved

No

Next stop 125 th street