Curtis Mayfield: Litte Child Runnin Wild
Üç sene önce, içli bir hafta içinde ve -in- gece, açık radyo disk jokeyi vefat eden bir arkadaşı için bu şarkıyı döndürmüştü. Ben de o esna onun programını dinliyordum. Little, little and little i was listening…
little child, runnin’ wild
watch a while, you see he never smile
broken home, father gone
mama tired, so he’s all alone
kind of sad, kind of mad
ghetto child thinkin’ he’s been had
in the back of his mind he’s sayin’
didn’t have to be here
you didn’t have to love for me
while i was just a nothin’ child
why couldn’t they just let me be
let me be, let me be, let me be
one-room shack on the alley-back
control i’m told from across the track
where is the mayor who’ll make all things fair
he lives outside our polluted air
and i didn’t have to be here
you didn’t have to love for me
while i was just a nothin’ child
why couldn’t they just let me be
let me be, let me be, let me be
i’ve got a jones runnin’ thru my bones
i’m sorry, son, all your money’s gone
painful rip in my upper hip
i guess it’s time to take another trip
don’t care now what nobody say
i gotta take the pain away
it’s getting worser day by day
and all my life has been this way
can’t reason with the pusherman
finance is all that he understands
you junkie, mama cries, you know
would rip her, but i love her so
love her so, now
