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