Lyrics:

(Michael McDonald)You don't know me but I'm your brotherI was raised here in this living hellYou don't know my kind in your worldFairly soon the time will tellYou, telling me the things you're gonna do for meI ain't blind and I don't like what I think I seeTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streetsTake this message to my brotherYou will find him everywhereWherever people live togetherTied in poverty's despairYou, telling me the things you're gonna do for meI ain't blind and I don't like what I think I seeTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streetsTakin' it to the streets