Maybe you don't see the steam rising from underneath this blue collar of mine
Maybe you don't see my blood boiling but I think it's about time
No man is an island But it's like you're lost at sea
Mister, open up your eyes Don't look down your nose at me.
Chorus
What goes around comes around, it's a fact
Step on someone and they're gonna step back
You can't keep a good man down like that
What goes around comes around, as a matter of fact
Maybe they're just 5 little fingers but watch em when a man gets mean
And a fury of flying fists Might make fighting words secondary
So don't piss me off or you'll see a little man stand tall
And I'll take you down, brick by brick just like the Jericho Wall.
Chorus
Now if you finally understand you can identify
With every man standing in line with the same set of rights.
I ain't some hot head just because I raise my fist and yell.
And stand up for my self sometimes and raise a little hell.
©1998 Ward Pike
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