Made it For Everybody

God made all this
He made it for everybody.
Man cain't do nothing
Men earn their living by cruising the streets long before daylight.

God made all this
He made it for everybody.
Snow changed to sleet and beat a tattoo against the rocks
On cold nights the men want companionship and relaxation
They dance to the accompaniment of typical Harlem jazz

God made all this.
“They got all the money an I ain't got nothing
They got to breath the same air I do”
God made all this.
He made if for everybody.

They all rose up in unanimous protest.
God made all this
He made it for everybody.