So you think you got a problem,
I hear you're heading outta Harlem.
You just can't fake it,
Our friends don't care.
You held his hand until you let go
And now you're resting on your sorrows,
You've got to face him,
And I just can't take it no more.
I've got to let you know, I got to feel it
You got to let it go
I'll show you after wards.
Cut it up until it's all gone
You making friends and then you rob them.
I know as anybody knows,
You're finding dumb.
And now you tell all your friends
I will trade you in,
We've all got problems.
And I just can't take it no more.
I've got to let you know, I got to feel it
You got to let it go
I'll show you after wards.
Hey
It's not what you think,
Not what you do, and
the piece is seldom me, without the violent cool
And in the wake of the dead
I hear it on the walls of the high school halls
While I pledge my allegiance
I can feel the secrets
Of a couple of schemers.
The rebels and the mods and the crimson walls
They all died for the same cause
And in the class list show down
Well, I don't want to hear it anymore
I've got to let you know, I got to feel it
You got to let it go
I'll show you after wards.