A circle spinning faster And getting larger all the time A whirlpool spelled disaster For all the people who don't rhyme
Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand Understand, understand, understand
A brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And leave the hate and fear behind
All the millions spent for killing Seems the whole world must be dying All the children who go hungry How much food we could be buying
Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand Understand, understand, understand
A brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And the leave the hate and fear behind
People wake up every morning And simply push their lives aside They seem to carry all their feelings Crushed and crumbled up inside Inside, inside, inside
Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him who just don't understand
So I went to see my father Many questions on my mind But he didn't want to answer me God, the whole world must be blind
Him who don't fit through the needle's eye Him may someday go insane Insane, insane, insane
Without a brand new sense of freedom A brand new sense of time Him may go and stand alone now And leave the hate and fear behind, yeah, behind
Compositores: Gil Scott Heron (Gil Scott-heron), Brian Robert Jackson ECAD: Obra #25617226