The great minds before us
Are shaking their heads
A new generation stuck in bed
It's not that there's nothing to prove
Its just that we've seen too much
Now we're standing around
Watching records spin
And somebody's singin':
We've got something to talk about
Back beat on street brings word
That we don't need a soapbox
To stand upon to be heard
Yeah we've got something to talk about
It's the buzz on the street runnin' wild
Oh don't tell me it aint
Your time yet pretty child
No education can give us a throne
Convictions come from blood alone
And no affirmation, oh no
Will make us right or wrong
Looking back, it's the ones
In the shadows baby
Whose fire's still burning
We've got something to talk about
Back beat on street brings word
That we don't need a soapbox
To stand upon to be heard
Yeah we've got something to talk about
It's the buzz on the street runnin' wild
Oh don't tell me it aint
Your time yet pretty child
Oooh don't let it fool ya
You no longer look like a child
Oooh don't let it fool ya
It's the language you've known all the while
Don't tell me it ain't the same
Don't tell me you're not to blame
Don't tell me it ain't your time yet pretty child
