Hell, every single song I know start out the same damn way:
Some dude walkin' down the street talkin' to the cats on the corner
and the chicks he meet
Where do you call home? I really wanna know!
Cuz mah street ain't nuthin' like a song:

Mrs. Walker and her husband at the doctor's every mornin', right next door
to the Johnson's, and their dog is always barkin';
the guy at 205 gets a check from SSI and he whistles and he hollers at the
girlies that go by; Ol' Dave is always drunk and he tries to sell his pills while
his woman's on the porch in tears whenever they get bills; the lady across the
street got a lot of mouths to feed, but she still tries to organise the summer block party;
Denise just turned 15, she waves as she pushes her baby down the street and Carol says
I make too much noise, so she don't really talk to me
Every day we're tryin' to get by, but it seems to me some people can't get it together!

And every single song I know end up the same damn way:
He gets the girl -- or he don't -- but he's at the bank cashing checks every day
cuz we line up and put our money down to hear about your magic street;
"his voice is so pretty", but the words are so ugly to me
they tell us sumthin' better, but they ain't helpin' people help get it together

What can you paint when the rent is late?
What can you sing when you get scared every time the telephone ring?
"Everyone just wants to be happy"
How's that going for you Jack?
Smilin' while you watch your back;
whose got your back?

It can't be that good forever, but it can be alright if people can get it together!

And when you G.I.T, help your neighbor G.I.T.; help your street G.I.T., help your 'hood G.I.T.!

They tell us there's sumthin' better, but they can't beat people just gettin' together!
I hope we people can get it together!
G.I.T: Get It Together!
It'll be alright! We can get it, together.