What’s (G)wrong

with the world to day?

(G)Things just got to get bet ter.

“Dear

Mis Sho’ Man, ain’t

what the lead ers say.

(G)May be we should write a let ter,

said, (Am9)“Dear

Mis ter Man,

(B)we don’t un der stand

(Am9)why poor peo ple keep (G)strug gl ing

but (B)you don’t lend a help ing hand.

(Am9)Mat thew 5: 5 (G)say,

‘the (B)meek shall in her it the earth.’

We (Am9)wan na be down that (G)way, but you been (B)trip pin’ since the day of (E7#5)your birth.”

Who (Am9)said

(B)that to kill is a (E7#5)sin

and (Am9)start ed ev ’ry sin gle war

(B)that your peo ple been (E7#5)in?

Who (Am9)said

that (G)wa ter is a (B)pre cious com mod i ty,

then (Am9)dropped a big ol’ (G)black oil slick (B)in the deep blue (E7#5)sea?

Who

(Am9)told

Mis ter Man

that (B)work ing ’round the (E7#5)clock

will (Am9)buy me a big house (G)in the hood with (B)cig ar ette ads on (E7#5)ev ’ry block?

Who

told me Mis ter Man

(B)that I got a right to moan?

How ’bout this (G)big ol’ hole in the (B)o zone?

(Am9)Ain’t no sense in vot ing;

same (B)song with a dif f’rent name.

(Am9)Might not be in the (G)back of the bus, but it (B)sure feels just the (E7#5)same.

Ain’t (Am9)noth in’ fair ’bout a (G)wel fare, ain’t (B)no as sist ance in (E7#5)AIDS.

(Am9)Ain’t noth in’ ’firm a tive a (G)bout your ac tions (B)’til the peo ple get (E7#5)paid.

Your (Am9)thou sand years are (G)up;

(B)now you got to share the land.

Sec tion (Am9)one, the four teenth a (G)mend ment says, “No (B)state shall de prive an y (E7#5)per son of life,

(Am9)lib er ty or pro per ty with out due pro cess of (B)law,”

Mis ter Man.

We want to end this (G)let ter with three words:

We tired o’ y’all.

What’s wrong

with the world to day?

Things just got to get bet ter.

What’s wrong

with the world to day?

Things just got to get bet ter.