To Each His Own Songtext
von 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

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 oh, ooh
To each his own
We sacrifice or compromise through foolish pride
We'll even lie to each his own hmm, yeah

Ooh, ooh
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 to do
Looking at me when you should be looking at you.