Lyrics

DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU STAND
Lyrics by Jon Trott
Music by Glenn
Young black man in the docket  
His eyes upon the floor  
Judge pronounces sentence  
He won’t walk this earth no more  
A cheer from folks outside  
But tears on Mamma’s face  
Is justice really blind  
When it comes to race?  
Young mother on the corner  
Sells cheaply all she’s got  
While her next door neighbor  
Calls the cops to get her caught  
Power, greed and poverty  
The world’s unholy trinity  
Neighbors proud to be free  
But none so blind as he and me  
Sometimes it makes me tremble  
When fear informs the hand  
I guess it all depends my friend  
Depends on where you stand  
Where you stand  
Depends where you stand