On The Subway Lyrics & Chords By The Last Poets

On the Subway
I dug the man digging on me
But the dude was hung in up in a mass of confusion
as to who i was
He thought
he was trying to see
but you see but you see
me knowing me
black proud and determined to be free
could plainly 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
off the sweat of my labor he stole
but his game his game is old
we've broken the mental hold
things must change
there's no limit to our range
he can never understand
the new black man
let alone see us everyday
riding the subway
8th ave, 7th ave, 6th ave,
i-n-d, b-m-t, i-r-t
he still hasn't dug me
he stares endlessly
blinking
(blink blink)
blink/blink
blink/blink
he's on the brink
about to sink
i asked you
shall i save him
can he be saved?
NO! NO! NO!
Next stop, 125th street