If You Care About It...

If you care about it do it
Run your hands on through it In your hands are the fruits to give to Hands that need you
We’re messing up all this old structure
Boi, doesn’t it rock you?
Cos we can’t wait for any leader to feed us Or any guru to heal us Or any label to sign us All this reminds us And while I’m at it This love for music makes me an addict
And now I wake up at six-thirty
Just to feed my habit
And we’ve got to stop complaining
And start to naming
All of our complacencies
And dream of what we can be, DREAM
We never stop and listen to the silence
We never stop any of their violence
You and me far from home, all alone
No broadband, no mobile phone