In the streets of new york city

 

Evry man can feel the cold

 

And I don't want no pity

But I want my story told

 

When the lights shine down on me

 

They shine on the little boy

 

Is this way to make him pay;

 

Beng born in a world of joy

 

But like me

 

He don't know where hell go wrong;

 

He won't cry so many tears

 

Till he finds out why he don't belong like me

 

Theres no room for us out there;

 

You can lose your hope and pride

 

When it comes to broken dreams

You'll get your share

 

Sometime a man breaks down

 

And the good things he is looking for

 

Are crushed into the ground

 

Get on up look around

 

Can't you feel the wind of change

 

Get on up taste the air

 

Can't you see the wind of change;

 

Don't you understand what I'm saying

 

We need a God down there

 

A man to lead us children

 

Take us from the valley of fear

 

Make the lights shine down on us

 

Show us the road to go

 

Help us survive make us arrive

 

Teach us what we need to know

 

But like me

 

He don't know where hell go wrong;

 

He won't cry so many tears

 

Till he finds out why he don't belong like me

 

Theres no room for us out there;

 

You can lose your hope and pride

 

When it comes to broken dreams

 

You'll get your share

 

Sometime a man breaks down

 

And the good things he is looking for

 

Are crushed into the ground

 

Get on up look around;

 

Can't you feel the wind of change

 

Get on up taste the air;

 

Can't you see the wind of change;

 

Get on up

 

Look around

 

Can't you feel the wind of change

 

Get on up taste the air

 

Can't you see the wind of change