Tracy Chapman Follow

Good times and bad
Seen them both
Hope fly out the window
Fortune walk through the door
Learned not to believe
This is as good as it gets
Because we aint seen nothing yet

Hands untied
But the same shuffle once again
Running all the time
Aint going nowhere
Its a new page in the same book
Its a new game with the same rules
The lights go down
Fade to black on the set
And we aint seen nothing yet

Saddled with bonds
Broken and in disrepair
Forty acres to a forty ounce
Dont seem fair
The sirens rise and wail
Shadowed by libertys torch
As the boats that brought us over
Are slowly sinking off the shore
And we aint seen nothing yet

This life a crime
A blessing and a curse
Chosen and unwanted
Displaced and usurped
Id run away
But there is nowhere to go
So Ill stand and fight
And hope and pray
That the best is yet to come
And we aint seen nothing yet