Chords - v1

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