Gil Scott-heron songs lyrics

A junkie walking through the twilight I'm on my way home I left three days ago, but noone seems to know i'm gone Home is where the hatred is Home is...

If you're driving through the country on a lazy afternoon Or you're watching your children playin' after school They seem to be so unaware of I know...

Here I am, after so many years Hounded by hatred and trapped by fear I'm in a box, I've got no place to go If I follow my mind, I know I'll slaughter...

Hey, yeah, we the same brothas from a long time ago We was talkin' about television and doin' it on the radio What we did was to help our generation...