Damned If You Don't

Sun up, to sundown, he makes his way across this town

Cop car seat, cut a hole in his back, he's prison bound

His three boys, their little sister

So hard to feed, when you're locked up mister

He swung low, swung hard, didn't see the police car

They waited 'til he ran, because you know they always get their man

When he looks different, or born poor, doesn't matter if they're not sure

There's nothing you can do, when those in power, decide what's true

You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't

Bend over, and take it like a man

You're damned if you do, you're damned if you don't