You'll Get Yours Aplenty

The skies are full of dirt and gray City's kids come out to play Running in the broken glass From old deserted windows Dollar winos fill the streets Poolroom music, soulful beat Engulfs the gray and dirty air In the inner city limits Children run in hopeless heaps 'Long the dirty junkie streets Where women sell themselves to men Through ruthless mediators Sidewalk cracks deep and wide The children kneel to look inside For pennies, maybe nickels dropped in passing They live the lives like others past The winos drink, the pimps sell ass Little girls ten years ago are older now by 20 Social change is still just talk The things you see in urban walks Should make you sick and lose your lunch Inside your high rise diners Make the laws, you own the man You hold him down where you can stand One of these days you'll get yours a-plenty One of these days you'll get yours a-plenty One of these days you'll get yours a-plenty