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Fm6/G: 111033, D7/G: 03545x, Bb x33x1x
Fm6/G C D7/G G7sus4
You don’t know me but I’m your bro - ther
I was raised here in this living hell
You don’t know my kind in your world
Fairly soon the time will tell
C Bb F Fm ( or try::C C/Bb C/A C/Ab C/G C..)
You, telling me the things you’re gonna do for
C Bb F Fm
me I ain’t blind and I don’t like what I think I see
C7 F C
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Take this message to my brother
You will find him everywhere
Wherever people live together
Tied in poverty's despair
You, telling me the things you're gonna do for me
I ain't blind and I don't like what I think I see
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Takin it to the streets
Verse Jam
Refrain
Chorus
D G D A
D G
You who are on the road
D A Asus4 A
Must have a code that you can live by
D G
And so become yourself
D A Asus4 A
Because the past is just a good-bye.
Teach your children well,
Their father's hell did slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they pick's the one you'll know by.
D G
Don't you ever ask them why,
D
if they told you, you will cry,
Bm G
So just look at them and sigh
A D G D A
and know they love you.
And you, of tender years,
Can't know the fears that your elders grew by,
And so please help them with your youth,
They seek the truth before they can die.
Teach your parents well,
Their children's hell will slowly go by,
And feed them on your dreams
The one they picks's the one you'll know by.
Chorus