Текст песни To Each His Own - Patrice Rushen

A person came to my front door just yesterday
Wanting to know if I believed in what they say
I cannot say if your ideas are right or wrong
But you have yours and I have mine, to each his own

Own, hmm
Yeah, yeah

To them that's got, the best will come or so they say
The ones without won't care or miss it anyway
If all men have the right to taste prosperity
I wonder why this choice is such a rarity

A baby's born, a chance in life he does deserve
The choices that he has to choose from, he soon learns
Are they determined by the colour of his skin?
Or do we take the time to see what lies within?

To each his own
Understanding is the real thing, ooh-ooh
To each his own
Sacrifice, compromise through foolish pride
We'll even lie, yeah

To each his own, mm (yeah, yeah, yeah)
To each his own
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
You do it your way

Hmm-mmm
Your own thing, your own thing
Your own thing, your own thing
Your own thing

Sometimes a thousand questions seem to plague your mind
Some days the answers are impossible to find
And everybody has advice on what to do
Just carry on with what you feel for you is true

With all we are, we never seem to satisfy
The expectations others have of you and I
So critical of who I am and what I do
Looking at me when you should be looking at you

To each his own
Understanding is the real thing, understanding is the real thing
Understanding is the real thing (ooh-ooh)
To each his own
We sacrifice, compromise through foolish pride
We'll even lie

To each his own (ooh-ooh-ooh)
(Carry on) to each his own
(Hmm, so they say) to each his own
Understanding is the real thing, yeah

To each his own (ooh-ooh-ooh)
To each his own (tell me it's inside me)
To each his own (ooh-ooh)
To each his own