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

Oh-oh, hmm, yeah

To them that’s got the best will come or so they say

The ones we love 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 choos from he soon learns

Are thy 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

Oh, ooh

To each his own

Sacrifice, compromise, through foolish pride

We’ll even lie, yeah

To each his own

Hmm, yeah, yeah yeah

To each his own

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ohhh, You do it your way

Hmm

Your own thing, your own thing

Your own thing, your own thing, your own thing

Sometimes a thousand questions seem to plague your mind

Somedays the answer 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

Oh, 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

To each his own

Ooh, ooh, ooh

To each his own

Tell me it’s inside of me

To each his own

Ohhh

To each his own

Yeah