Feel Like A Man

Too much fighting in the streets
 We don't recognize who we're for
 I see you and you see me
 We just fight, just like fun
 What can you do when you're in the dumps
 Social stature to pick it out
 Obey the rules, keep in line
 Do what they want, and everything's fine
 Do what they say, and maybe someday
 I'll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to
 There are grunts saying it's always fine
 But they're sure, to stab your back
 Use your fists, that's what they're for
 Use your fists or they'll close the door
 See the rich, they're so neat
 See the poor, living on the streets
 The rich have everything to survive
 The poor have to fight to stay alive
 Do what they say, and maybe someday
 I'll feel like a man, and do what they tell me to