The Answer (Includes 1:30 of Silence)

Dream on Dream on Stop saying the game is sold and not be told Try to help the child that's only 4 years old Why, why would you sit back and relax And watch them kids fall off the tracks? How, how can we sit on the sideline And watch it go down You, you need to make someone feel really proud Rhythm is the key, can't you see? Just don't do it for publicity I, I was the boy in the little picture Always asking questions But never getting really good answers So I screamed out loud and said Please give 'em the answers Give 'em the answers, they need the answers Some people ask me how is life for me Growing up in a dark pretty city It was scary but life was good See in my neighborhood In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood In my neighborhood It's all coming back to me now See, when I was growing up There was a lot of people raising me I didn't know at the time But I listened to everything I heard Every man, every woman Every teacher, every preacher Yes, I listened to And you gotta do the same things Oh yes, you do, oh March to the drums, look all around you Help somebody find their way We gotta show 'em the way Do it today, show 'em the way Show 'em the way Don't let 'em find out the hard way Show them the way Show them the way